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.
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Author:
Dacy Pastro (Pseudonym) (
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why do I feel, like this is a Halloween poem? lol
a fun read, thanks for sharing
'the *meadow's tusk'
wonderful imagery
Just a quick write that I wanted to share. Definitely not Halloween but imaginary minds could lead there
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