Posted in Originals, Poetry, Reflections, Travel Stories

A Tibetan Wolf

​She left pawed mud behind

As her personal legacy

Taking errands in the woods

As the wild one

She now runs back n forth on stone

But fails to leave any mark

Swinging like pendulum within her tin box

Like the tamed one

~

Cover image by thestonedstoryteller

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