I just wonder why
Woods are moving as I passed by.
I hear silent hushes from the swamp,
It's like gentle beat in my mind
My rhythmic footsteps
Crunches of dried leaves
A calm wind floating
Let me fly and feel the air!
Giant leaves in the forest
Filled with misty fogs
Coated with mystery
Such an enchantment.
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What's Next?(The Untold 2)
PoetryYou'll never really learn unless you give yourself a hard try- Lei Strauss
