the night winds howling
like wolves calling to the pack
through the city streets
can you run with them
whispering their hidden names
scenting the fresh blood?
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Aut insanit homo, aut versus facit
About Me
- Esav Benyamin
- URBAN POET is a place for my poetry and other bitter comments on the human experience, with occasional contributions from friends.
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