The boy who wanders the woods
Quietly confesses to the moon
His love, and his loneliness
His joy, and his sorrow,
His excitement, and his fear
And though his only answer is the chirps of crickets and birds,
And the hum of dragonflies;
Though the only comfort he can receive is from the nature surrounding him
That will not, much longer, surround him,
Though he is still afraid,
Somehow... that much is enough.
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Stories, Poems, and Dreams
Short StoryWelcome to this little book! This is gonna be some of my better small works - poetry and short stories, for the most part, with the occasional dream that I actually end up remembering mixed in. So, sit back, relax, and prepare for a bit of angst! MI...
