I can see you at down
with a mystery on your face.
I can see you walking in the darkness
with obscure desires.
I can see you in search of a prey,
treading on an unstedy ground.
I can see your insatiable soul
blazing of hunger.
How can you see me?
ResponderExcluirI thought "I" was hidden!
Well, if it was not clear that is the hidden(the wolf)the one who is seeing you (the human), this poem is dead itself.
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