marți, 22 februarie 2011

Woods


The high, green thought
           Of the Earth,
The restless soul
           Of Life
           Of Wind,
The endless rustling
           Of Sea
           Of Woods
           Of Despair
           Of Hope
Muffled into fear
When the deer raises its eyes
And in the distance sees
The view of the wolf, so close…
From the distance.

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