The noise from the hollow echoed around me
the winter snow followed like whispers from an ash tree
hints of the spirits beat down with fallen timber
left the creatures of the forest transfixed with envy
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Poetry Among Other Thoughts
PoetryThese are the thought I think. The dreams I dream. The moral compass deep inside me. I write to find the truer me. All Rights Reserved. All works in this document are property of SapphireWillows. Any additional copies of these works outside of this...
