Poem -
The Haunting
it’s beautiful
the sun shining bright
flowers blooming
trees in full growth
dancing in the wind
but once darkness settles
in the moons glowing light
everything’s dies
nothing lives
nor breaths
but something moves
what
no wind is blowing
voices can be heard
whose
the children of the dead forest
come out to play
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