Loner

And a loner wants to sometimes,
 To be listened to
 And we were more affectionate with him, more cordial - he is alive...
 
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 Loners have a wolf spirit, a wolf nature -
 They don't trust anyone.
 Prefer a bar lost to the crowd of the showroom
 And often they come to life, only anticipating the darkness.
 
 They won't be the first to open up,
 Not will become anyhow with whom and friendship close to drive.
 Not because they don't want to understand you.,
 But because they had already lived with wolves in a pack of wolves.
 
 Howling like a wolf, biting like a wolf.
 With the wolves to fight, legs of their own to carry out.
 And eat wolf berries,
 And from dogs by a beast hunted by a coward.
 
 Their loneliness - as a forced measure -
 They are unable to betray themselves; and only, twisted in the groin,
 They have to leave the life of faith
 In what is not visible to the eye, in the Higher mind, in the star of Bethlehem.