Wrapped within a wood afar
Cloaked by hill and shroud
The forest floor is open
Waves of moss and sound
The rolling paths are endless
The song is half asleep
The sky a guarded secret
The trees forever keep
I run while I am falling
In love this dancing fear
Of being lost eternal
In grove betwixt my ears.
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Author:
Quemis (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Man dungeon synth is powerful stuff.
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Comments2
very nice 👌
have a great day!
Dahlia
Thank you!!
Great usage of imagery. Really well done!
Thank you so much. It means a lot.
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