Half-light Transport


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.

  • Author: Quemis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 28th, 2022 08:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: Man dungeon synth is powerful stuff.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 9


  • Dahlia

    very nice 👌
    have a great day!

    • Quemis

      Thank you!!

    • Rocky Lagou

      Great usage of imagery. Really well done!

      • Quemis

        Thank you so much. It means a lot.

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