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Echoes of the Wild

beneath the moon's pale silver glow the wolves sing songs of night their voices rise through frost and snow wild shadows born of flight

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Date: 5/24/2025 4:26:00 PM
Song of the wolf no longer slumbers under the stars of your tender tears, your strength has become a beautiful truth in the moonlight of mature prophecy...J.A.B.
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Alesia Leach
Date: 5/24/2025 6:04:00 PM
Justin, your words howl with the same wild music--thank you. “Moonlight of mature prophecy” feels like the echo I didn’t know the poem was waiting for. Strength born of sorrow, yes--but now it runs free. Grateful for your insight and the beauty you always bring. --Alesia
Date: 3/2/2025 6:02:00 PM
Wonderful quatrain. I can hear them howling.
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