#WritcoPoemPrompt119
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
We walk through the woods ,
Holding hands and suddenly we freeze ,
A big black shadow in front of us ,
We scream like we have a mental disease,
Then the shadow comes near to us,
And we see an old man who continuously sneeze,
We take a deep breath and say,
Do you know the path to go out of this forest with peace
He reply to us to stay here for a moment
He gives us some food with bread and cheese
We again asked the same question
Do you know the path to...