Ode To Ashlea Poem by Gold Fish
Ode To Ashlea
A lone wolf howls its last
The wind whips through the highrising rocks
The storm is coming
The wolf surveys its territory, no more
Stars reflecting in its eyes, no more
The Storm is coming
The smell of rain is thick in the air
Dark clouds gather overhead
The Storm is coming
The wolf turns, its goodbyes done
Lying on the rock, no more
The Storm is coming
Lightening flashes down,
Wolf no more, the deed is done
The Storm is coming
The signs are all there
The Storm is almost here
Nobody notices, nobody cares
The world is less one being
& The Storm is here
Please note: this is written as a personal joke. To Ashlea. If that makes sense... Have a laugh!
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4/18/2024 10:35:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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