4. When the Woods Breathe

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It is
the whisper of
wind, rustle of dry leaves,
creaking of damp branches in the dark,
silence.



Today's poem is a Crapsey's American cinquain (five lines of 2, 4, 6, 8 and 2 syllables)

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Today's poem is a Crapsey's American cinquain (five lines of 2, 4, 6, 8 and 2 syllables)

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