The wolf and the Moon

The wolf and the Moon

Every night the waves rush by
And I wait for my love to arise .

My pretty white dame in her pretty white dress,
Stars in her tresses rest.

My beautiful angel with her light glowed
While I stand away from her -cursed- below.

Fated to be separated ,
From the second I was born.

My soulmate, my love, my radiant light,
Hear your lover, the wolf’s, cry.

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Shivangi Sharma
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