Evenings

Bellapastro777

As the masses grow beneath the evening dusk the winds may flow heavy threw out the meadows tusk.

As it may seem they smell fear but only one will shed a tear.

Shaking the trees, making it clear that the masses are growing beneath the evening dusk.

  • Author: Dacy Pastro (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 13th, 2021 03:01
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    why do I feel, like this is a Halloween poem? lol
    a fun read, thanks for sharing
    'the *meadow's tusk'
    wonderful imagery

  • Bellapastro777

    Just a quick write that I wanted to share. Definitely not Halloween but imaginary minds could lead there



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