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Spring Night

The moon shines with all her beauty

Coaxing you on the trail

You can smell the daffodils in bloom

This late at night, the trees in the forest become monsters with origins in your darkest childhood fantasies

The forest whispers to you in a language you can’t speak

Take anything, turn it into something, they said

So you walk alone, and turn the foreshadowing into hard swallowed breaths

The flowers dance in the steady breeze as the shadows creep through to get a good look at you

Emptiness is a state of mind

Though you can’t help but feel a shiver up your spine

Snap

Jumping out of your skin, you turn around and see

Nothing.

Walking through the woods at night in Spring




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