Wolf with wings

She is a wolf
With wings and sharp
Wicked teeth

That is until
Within the Poet’s arms
She becomes

A gentle dove
Filled with light and peace
Cooing softly

_an_imperfect_scribbler_

Life sharpened its teeth to grab hold her neck and tear her apart..

But rarely did it knows that she is a wolf with wings..

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