There's a Traveling Wolf I KnowA Poem by Pi Cee
This wolf stands on my porch
passing me letters, and pictures of amazing travels through the crack of my door. Having faith in my color changing eyes, having hope in my heavy heart, claiming beauty to a face he still has yet to gaze. He sees through the caked mud my soul has been clumsily thrown into. He sees things, that others' glances can't penetrate. He scents need in the good cheer breezes his magical hands push in the direction of the masked. He finds a pull in an old magnet that's both the core and the cover of my life. He paints beautiful scenes and sighs with his voice, with his words. He creates wolds I wish we could dive into together and not have to spend half the time taking trips back to the entrance to gulp sloppily at air. No, we'd definitely need gills. There's a wolf at my door, quite a special one, that one day I would like to invite him inside for some coffee, a warm blanket, and a future he won't regret- but fall madly in love with. No matter where my place falls. © 2012 Pi CeeFeatured Review
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Added on September 17, 2012Last Updated on September 22, 2012 AuthorPi CeeParkersburg, WVAbout"Regardless of whether the answer of 'what do I mean to you' flatters me or not, such a question's only intention is merely for a shared understanding of one's place in another's life." "If I a.. more..Writing
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