“If only, if only…”
The moon speaks no reply,
Reflecting the sun and all that’s gone by.
Be strong, my weary wolf;
Turn around boldly.
Fly high, my baby bird—
My angel, my only.
“If only, if only,”
The woodpecker sighs,
“The bark on the trees was as soft as the skies.”
While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely;
Crying to the moon,
“If only, if only…”
You're not publishing on your typewriter! Shame!! This is not blogging... these are not thoughts and reflections... these are just poems copied from somewhere else. SHAME =( and you don't have a typing addiction.
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