Tuesday, 14 February 2012

Dreams Of Canada

In January
A long time ago
A boy walked
On the lands outstretched
Little silhouettes of icicles
His eyes bright as he hears
The howls of  the wolves

Now he sits here
The condensation,
Freezing on his windows
The taste of bitterness,
On his tongue
The cries of mating cats,
His soundtrack

But his promised land
Is so far away
He dreams of a pink house
A pack of wolves
Running through the forests
Barking at the elk
Nipping at them as they flee

For now
He is alone , his dreams
Are shattered and broken
His hopes are simple
He wants his freedom
He needs to be loved
But he is denied this

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