Sing, for Song Drives
Drives a Way, the Wolves
For the moment, when I looked, I thought, I see, but what seen has been has seen me, for a moment, of the very same thought. Then the thought ceased, to be. And the song, that appeared, drove away. And the crows, they appeared. And the falcon. And then, in the snow, the rabbit's tracks. The Wolves. Sing, for song drives away. Song drives a way, the wolves. A way, the wolves.
Where are though, the crow?
Fly with a heartbeat, fly away, the love.
