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From the moment I was born, I had a dyeing feeling.
A feeling of the purest of souls, and the purest of spirits.
I remember the snowing nights, and the beautiful sun rises.
The cold winter breeze, and the slow swaying trees.
I remember the first howl, I heard when I was five.
So soothing, and mysterious..
The sound so pure, and so fragile.
Decades after this howl, I fell in love with the wolves of Minnesota.
Did anyone now, my love for wolves would grow?
Not even I .. However dreams soon began; and that’s when all changed.
I will not tell any of the dreams, for they're something I want to keep only to myself.
Each dream though, brought the same atmosphere.
Snow, Moon, Rain, Wolves, Fields, Tress, Night, Me?
All began to make sense like finding the missing puzzle piece.
All was placed in the right order, for my life began with a howl.
And I wish for it to end with a voice.. A voice of a wolf deep within.
 Wolf Memories · Sun Dec 26, 2010 @ 12:35am · 0 Comments |
