"the transforming"
i am the howl of the grey wolf,
you, the lungs from which i breathe.
i am a pool of uncried tears,
you, those eyelashes in which they well.
i am the faint scent that attracts a lover,
you, the sweet air that i impregnate.
i am the dark, rich soil upon which you now tread,
and you, you the silent footprint of man.
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
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