The rusty leaves blow in the wind
The fog slowly starts to creep in
The chirps of birds suddenly dies out
Deep in the woods, away from the trees
The flow of streams and rivers is quiet
Over here there's never a riot
The silence holds a thousand cries
Deep in the woods, away from the trees
The sun goes down, the moon has risen
The stars come out of their hidden prison
The moon glows bright at a distance from me
Deep in the woods, away from the trees
The stars twinkle in the dead of night
They appear dim but are so bright
The grass is colorless, unable to be seen
Deep in the woods, away from the trees
It starts to drizzle, rain, then thunder
It goes for so long it makes me wonder
About the secrets buried here
Deep in the woods, away from the trees
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K sooo make your own interpretation of this because everyone I've asked says something different
YOU ARE READING
-eunoia.
PoetryEunoia: (n.) beautiful thinking; a well mind Just a typical amateur poet. Here's some of my soul captured with words. *all images from google*
