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The Night Ride
The long dim shadows
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
That hold the giggle of waters,
With cool fragrance relieving thirst,
And white blossoms like a moon,
The mint of dark mist...
A sweet song brushes its way,
To transform the bizarre silence,
The song of dreams,
That lives in wild hearts' absence,
An enchanting shadow of darkness,
With pristine crystality of the source,
The fondling cult of her,
The bird of engross.
#WritcoPoemPrompt119
© TheSun
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
That hold the giggle of waters,
With cool fragrance relieving thirst,
And white blossoms like a moon,
The mint of dark mist...
A sweet song brushes its way,
To transform the bizarre silence,
The song of dreams,
That lives in wild hearts' absence,
An enchanting shadow of darkness,
With pristine crystality of the source,
The fondling cult of her,
The bird of engross.
#WritcoPoemPrompt119
© TheSun
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