If one can shapeshift
I’d be a wolf.
Roaming the endless mountains before me
Would be a blessing.
Catching whiffs of the fragrant flowers
While running.
Hearing the wind whistling,
The leaves rustling,
As my paws are hustling,
To a serene clearing
Where all is quiet
And I can be free
But only if one can shapeshift.
I’d be a wolf.
Roaming the endless mountains before me
Would be a blessing.
Catching whiffs of the fragrant flowers
While running.
Hearing the wind whistling,
The leaves rustling,
As my paws are hustling,
To a serene clearing
Where all is quiet
And I can be free
But only if one can shapeshift.
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