three wolves of freedom
together,
blue borders spread
to red
separated
to reunite
empty and unfed
beaten and hollow,
blinded,
they stood by
each other
stopping, slightly,
to eat,
but never fill up
moving always,
inspired by
hungry eyes
eventually, space
created peace,
guided by green jade
and wondering,
restless minds
calmed
by rain,
the (sharp) teeth of
beautiful beasts
accepted lips
slanted upward;
an accident
to be happy,
as rain turns
to snow,
it is the simple things
they know
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