When twilight falls and shadows creep,
Whispers of the wind begin to seep,
Through ancient trees, their secrets unfold,
Tales of love and dreams untold.
In moonlit meadows, they softly speak,
Of distant lands where hearts may seek,
Adventure calls on wings so light,
Guiding souls through darkest night.
Oh, whispers of the wind so fair,
Caressing cheeks with gentle care,
They carry hopes on zephyr's breath,
A symphony of life and death.
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Poetry collection
Poetrycollection of some of my original poems dark, deep, joy filled, sorrowful and so on hope you enjoy.
