Howling a the moon.
Pleading, yearning,
Waiting to be heard
I walk down the street
Empty shells pass by.
The trees greet me
stand together when we stand alone.
Caressed by the wind,
kissed by the sun.
Yet still it gets so lonely
when only the stars know your secrets
Just a lone wolf
howling at the moon.
Pleading, yearning,
anxious to be heard.
Staring up at the sky
feelings pouring out to the stars.
Still it's quiet, no response.
Tears unseen are a plea unheard
Steff
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