the fresh smell of life,
the tastes on my tounge.
the feeling of grass,
the hearing of song.
...
She rides on dragons
She touches the skies
She knows what is right
And truly flies
...
hugging the warmth
as it kisses my skin
touching the light
as it shines
...
I ain't no prodigy child
I was born to the fierce
And the wild
...
I am the phoenix
I fly so high
My flames do not weaken
They touch the sky!
...
Bound to the sand
bound to the sea
wishing I could see the world
that's waiting for me
...
My last name is Lorona (for those of you who want to know) , most of these poems are dedicated to my friends, I'm a HUGE game-nerd, I'm obsessed with dubstep, and I luv to read.)
Wolf's Life
the fresh smell of life,
the tastes on my tounge.
the feeling of grass,
the hearing of song.
the wind shifts my fur,
but it doesnt last long.
why am I here?
how did I appear?
Who is the fighter
I will become?