i wrote this in three different clouds formed in 9 syllable counts
so in its cotton form it shows a state of grace
three is the reverence on a triple formation
born under its beam
Dance of the wolf licking wounds touch looking into her cold lunar face chanting spirits under a full beam Pearl fangs showing canine howls outwards defending rights held for a taste of Natures promise crowned brave soul beating underneath a circle of white snow bouncing echoes take away the air inside a lonely space howling back Hope your clouds upon a breath escape softly one dove lands cushioned gently catcher within this breathless moment feathers fly singing to a flower to warm the bones of darkness away Night eyes strongly binding steel cuts grey Forged under the smoke signals burn warm driven deep breaths exhale outward Chanting in the land of the brave ghosts Escaping from out of forever circling shape shifting winds expose dust shadows moving voices encircling mother earth you gather your harvest strange murmurs from your heart born free love Distant memories lovingly prowl under the sky unveils what one fears destroying everything beautiful in the end we all weep inside hell
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