Wilderness
A spot light
In the darkness glow
Of the dark shadows
Engaging with glee
The shadowy movements
The wind make it swinging
Along the long arm of the shadows
The branches of trees and leaves
On the tiled floors
The squares of silent feet
Running laughing gleefully
Of the nights of the 7th month
It is said the ghosts are released
To taste the life once they had been
Looking for loved ones or finding enemies
Make peace before it is too late
The spot light moves
The breezy wind tags it along
Weaving long shadows of the nights
Only the guilty will feel the fright!
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