Lone Wolf

Lone Wolf

Caravan of white lions in the cornfield

paths in the epic journey of the Pony

pound Scarlet travels the branch

source kisses will never forget

Lone Wolf walks in silence diary

the two sides of the bell are the highlight

waterfall in the face in antiquary

retouching diary with memories jumping

pos behind your eyes

in the whispers of my dreams

in the middle of the woods reds

live lost in his ways

gloves crisp prowling the moose

empty words in the bushes Hope

count the stars for their face

your body versed in my child's face.

Arthur Nett
26/07/2011