Free Verse
Wolf Symphony
Beneath the amber glow of a waxing moon, the wolves emerge from the twilight, silent sentinels of the wilderness. Their fur, a mosaic of greys and russet hues, weaves a living symphony against the canvas of the night. In the quiet dance of shadows and moonbeams, they move with an ancient grace, guardians of a world untouched by the hands of time.
By Katya Danova2 years ago in Poets
=// nights \\=
Although I already put in an entry for RM Stockton's February Write Club challenge, I thought of this last night while I was in bed thinking of this prompt and felt it worthwhile to write it down for the challenge as well. The challenge is embedded below.
By Tommy Ballard2 years ago in Poets
