The Wolf

I think i'm falling into a dream

A dream of light and shadows.

Lights of love and hope.

And shadows of fears that must be overcomed.

A dream with wolves and foxes.

Living and walking and falling again and again and again.

The Wolf being fearless about it's wishes.

A Wolf with clear brown eyes and protective instincts.

Fierce. Strong. Beautiful.

The Fox being shy of it's appearence. Self conscious.

A Fox with a soft fur and paranoid about it's wishes.

But still friendly, even if skittish.

But the Wolf does not care. 

He speaks about love and devotion.

He talks about comunication and sincerity.

He adresses issues about faith and confidence.

And the Fox starts hoping.

Hope about a day with love and devotion.

Hope about a day with comunication and sincerity.

Faith, Confidence, Hope. Love.

The Fox can see. With her eyes.

See it in the sound of his adoreble rumbling voice.

See it in the touch of his lovely fangs.

See it in the sensation of his caressing claws.

The Fox can see the seed of something bigger. Something greater.

And the Fox can only hope.

That, someday, it's wishes will become reality.

Because even if the Wolf does not see.

The Fox is just as fierce about love and devotion.

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Oi gente, 
Isso é sobre um sonho que eu tive.
E... esse é o 200º post do meu blog! 
Então eu quis fazer uma coisa menos coerente que o normal.
Mesmo que esse texto ainda esteja sujeito à alterações.
Kisses kisses e até uma próxima!!! \o