Poem -
Spoke the Wind
One drop, bottom lake,
above the ground, rattlesnake,
in the forest, out of well,
through the valley, don't you dwell,
bellow the mountain, just outside of town,
over in the meadow, Sun went down;
the silent scream,
in the middle of the night,
when Moon is full,
skin is light.
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