In the cold, windy forest I walked.
It finaly didn't feel as I was locked.
It felt free and good,
I suddenly felt the rising of my mood.
Through trees and bushes, up the hill,
And there I saw the wolf making a kill.
I wasn't scared or afraid,
of what the wolf had made.
Because I still was in the forest,
And I felt okay.
The Forest
© Copyright: Шуба Настя, 2005
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