Poem -
Night Winds
The night wind chills and blows.
Into the forest where silence grows.
Making oak trees bend and touch the ground.
Where the darkness ends, wails its mournful sound.
When you come in the night to me
I bend for you just as the tree.
First with your whisper then a sigh.
First my protest, then my cry.
Then you blow away into the sky
Just like the eerie winds go by.
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Reading your poetry I could add on and on, yet this is a beginning to many more writes you will yet come to right, keep p the good work, your viewers are seeing you :)
~@Rain