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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 squinting like shared eyes
and hoping to catch a glimpse of the strange and beautiful things you might do
Although, these words you read here are flashing against dark skies
the long shadows long to get you,
the owl hoots to warn you
and the whispering breeze calls you deeper into the trees.
© Jason Dan Bailey
#WritcoPoemPrompt119
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