Treading the shadows, where the little beasts play
Events sealed when, herewith, ending of the day
Here is my place of wonder, darkness consulates
Don’t look here for Christianity, as hope hibernates
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Hi wonderful poem full of beauty such a pleasure to read. cheers Sylvie
Wow, that was quit beautiful in its own majestic way....yet a little scary. I can almost imagine being watched by the trees and others things of a forest. This poem is...how you say...bangin'! Laterz!