Lone wolf crying
In wilderness
Dies so lonely
I know what its like to be that lone wolf, howling at a world with only the echo of fear and loneliness reverberating.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perfect image, Richard...Something that is an iconic symbol of strength reduced to tears, made to perish. There is weakness wrapped in strength. This goes to myfavourites.