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Feral Soul
I'm the flicker, the flame, the spark when you can't see,
I'm the moonlight in the dark, a mystery.
I'm the rustling in the leaves, the breeze and the trees,
And maybe the wolf's howl on the wind whispers, "That's me."
A long, drawn-out sound, both wild and free.
My roots run deep, a Cherokee decree,
And when I stomp the earth, its strength flows into me.
The river flows onward, a path my spirit knows.
Where in its cool depths my true reflection shows.
I don't know if I'm the beautiful wolf or the woman,
Yet, I know I have them both running through my veins.
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Emerald Ramage
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