It is bad
to be out in the night
seeing things and hearing things
they are just things trying to give a fright.
Towards the end
when in deep despair
and beyond repair,
A Stranger approaches
and tells a truth
that all the chaos being experienced
are The Silence In The Air
a little scare
a cold breeze
a solid chill
a hand that could kill
all are nothing more...than Just The Wind.
- Joker Green
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Author:
Nafis Light (
Offline) - Published: February 19th, 2021 08:28
- Category: Nature
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