The man with the wolf
has gone into the desert,
into the silence.
The wolf at his side
is not the one that I knew,
and doesn't know me.
The small timber wolf,
his companion when we met,
has left forever.
That link is broken
and now I can't see the dance
beside the campfire.
I wonder if he
sees my dance by the river
under the dark moon?
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