My HeartMy heart,My Heart by *simpspin
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It's like a lone-wolf living in the desert.
Living in seclusion, only coming out at night,
As the rest of the world sleeps.
Howling at a three-quarters moon, blanketed in the purple nighttime sky,
The howl travels, echos and fades into the night.
It is but the only sound,
Even the insects seem quiet tonight.
Again, and again, the howl repeats,
Filling the canyons with a solemn dirge
To some, the sound is scary, the encroaching death.
To others, it's a sound of camaraderie, respect.
Like the wolf, the heart seeks belonging, it's place.
So, the wolf, like the heart cries out one last time.
But for me, no one answers back.