The woods

August 11, 2017
The woods called to me as the autumn leaves flew towards us.
The seventeen of us walked to the woods.
Waltzed around us the spirits of night,
As if dreams were dreaming.
Finally, the dream was broken,
as we felt that life flourished within and we had died loving.

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