I wonder
Where is my wolf now
Is he hunting still
So busy with a new dream to gain?
Or with all these things around him?
To arrange, to catch, to keep?
I love to imagine his life still
Even if it is so closed to me here
I do not belong to this forest he own
I know
So I do what I want
In my own world
He will come again
One day
Wolves like to be free
But this one still belongs to me
What is sweet
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