Thursday, 7 November 2013

And The Woods Said

Walking alone
I hear the footsteps

Dead silence
The wind isn't sure
Sharp cry
Enters my mind alone

Deep darkness
Engulfs some of me
Until only
I move ahead again
And see
Yellow flowers in-waiting
For me




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