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We meet
faceless yet not strange
we read, we write, we meet in
the hour of the wolf
feedback van andere lezers- ozzy
When I was walking in the mountains near Carcasonne there
was a white albino wolf crossing my path. We looked each other in
in the eye for a few seconds, he had no fear, me neather. Then he turned around and left. It was during daylight it happened
and not in the hour of the wolf.
Grtz
xxx
killea: Goodness Ozzy, what a rare treat. I have never seen a wolf in the wild. Thanks
xx
June - Klaver4
For me it is a first, sharing with people I've never met, seen or spoken to!
I often try to envision the faces and voices behind the poems and stories!
And I have to admit, it's more often nearer to the hour of the beast that I'm scribbling across my screen...;o)
grz
klaver4
killea: Same here.
xx
June - Peerke
In a valley of wolves...
A good poem has the soul of it's writer.
Nice one June!
killea: Thanks so much, Peerke
xx
june - lief
nice program June!
liefs
killea: thank you,lief.
xx
June - Magdalena
:):):)!!
killea: Thank you, Magdalena
xx
june - otiske
Met weinig woorden een sterk werkje gemaakt, groetjes.
killea: Thank you otiske
xx
June - Francis
Brother wolf and sister moon..(the cult)
Feel like howling
xx Frans
killea: Me too most nights! Instead I sit in front of my laptop and meet other howlers.
xx
June
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