Treochair Poem☘️ No.5 – Howls at the Moon

#Treochair #Irish

Lost love pines,
like a lonesome wolf's eerie 
cry, as he howls, almost whines.

At the moon.
She howls her hysteria.
Like a creature crying, croons 

A sad song.
to her lost lover gone for 
good, the wild wolf howls along.

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