The sky is full of
Mystery
The stars just dance along
To a rhythm they hide
In a deep sad song
The trees sway with the wind
And the grass swirls around
The moon holds all the
History
The mountains pound their fists
And the river turns and twists
The fog is suddenly mist
And the sun is in the sky
Hiding the nights cry
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Lost In Myself
PoetryTo those who get lost and don't wanna be found. A collection of short stories and poems... *Short stories aren't as prevalent (Copyrights to readingwithunicorns) *I give copyrights to those who I use quotes from* *Completed
