Friday, April 1, 2016

Poem: Wolfs land (Sky Claudette Soto)

Wolfs land

In the middle of wolfs land I sit, my legs straddled over my arms as the sun begins to set dusk is near, as droplets of golden red wine bequeaths my tongue, I prance I walk for only to see wolfs land awaken ...awaken in me through the rights of passage as a chanting mantra is echoed deep from within ...Om sharavana Bhavaya Namaha Om, I hear the echoes inside my soul, the echoes of positive energies aligning my seven chakras within their place....

copyright First American Publishing Rights Only. Sky Claudette Soto

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