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as the fog climbs down
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
and you just float there glowing unaware that no one sees you. Although, the words I write here are...
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
and you just float there glowing unaware that no one sees you. Although, the words I write here are...
