The forest is still
The last breath of dawn
The moss like tinsel
Decorating the trees
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The forest is still
In the snowy trees
Bright mushrooms
Decorating the floor
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The forest is still
It is silent
And I see the festivities
Are here at last.
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Stardust
PoëzieWe are all made of Stardust Though we know it not We are all the same. Not diffrent. We are all one. - A collection of poems about the natural world. All poems are created by me. Cover made by me! Updated Wednesdays and Saturdays.
