Song Of The WildA Poem by Tina KlineFor CREATIVE POETRY group.Howling
The sound drifts above the mists hanging above the shadowy Douglas fir forest the wolf song doesn't spare a single emotion as it rises wild and melodic over the wild places Civilization hasn't tarnished lacking is the distressing lives of the human masses Over the lakes and rivers songs rise and fall like fluid through the atmosphere voices of the wild its heart and soul buoyant by the joys of freedom unrelating and very aloof to anything the civilized know © 2012 Tina KlineAuthor's Note
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