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Pat Keene |
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Waves of wind your whispers bring. Stirring the woman resting inside of me. Echoes I hear, whispers in the night. My soul awakens and my heart quickens. I know this voice. I have heard it before. Long, long ago in a faraway place. My soul prepares to send its message. "My Alpha I hear. My Alpha I yours." The Wind I cry and whisper to the howling wind. Let's make a deal both you and I. I sense a vast change just ahead of me. For some reason, I'm afraid of that change. When I awoke in the late night hours the wind had stopped howling. The silence hauntingly prophetic. The Tiger I had been strolling in the woods. Innocently enjoying the peacefullness of the day. Suddenly a huge and glorious tiger pounced on me. The tiger dug his claws into me. I was engaged in a furious struggle. A battle for survival. Forced to claw and bite back struggling for my life. |
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