Wolves
No me. No you.
Us, perhaps.
My freedom. Your freedom.
A space to share.
My voice. Your touch.
Our shadows.
As wolves smelling the air, looking from afar.
Have you ever seen a wolf cry?
Copyright © Cinzia Guerci | Year Posted 2013
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