www.nightofshadows.com
The
misty night
Of
the long dark road
When
the things look so alien
Nobody
knows what to look
The
naked trees
With
thick roots and bodies
Crawling
upwards standing tall
The
images of the dark shadows
The
roots digging deep
The
dead stumps lay in sleep
Clutching
the falling grace
Of
the moment it seems that way
The
images of the dark
They
cling together to survive
In
the misty night
The
hot breezes whirring cry
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