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The Suffering Wolf

Every leg movement, a heavy one into eternity,
Hunger and tiredness begin to set in,
An old wolf, in search of shelter.

Darkness, a poisonous tongue,
Yearning to lick its dry tears,
The chill, slowly, finishes off its food.

The snow, a blanket that bites,
Wrapping its shivering body.
A dying wolf, lost in the wilderness of winter,

Longs to retrogress to its sparkling youth.


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Tri Tran has two more poems at the site:

Forever Isolated, and First Day of Class