Friday, September 24, 2004


In the forest I hide
Through the forest I dive
Forlorn I die
A mountain wolf I ride

In herds I wander
Through the nature pander
For men should falter
In this world down and under

From thy haunt ye'e hunted
By the river wanted
Is the moon unchanted?
Was a lover granted?

Be thyself a thief
Be thy world a grief
Shalt thy womb believe
Tomorrow in brief

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

youve moved the tuna deeply. can I print it and share it with my english teacher friend?