As twilight Bloom's, I begin to see what others can not! I see ghosts in the fog of night. Not just. From the past, but the future as well! Things that would frighten the average person, yet I am far from ordinary! To see things that have been revealed so many times before, yet people refuse to listen; people hide things from themselves and others! By sure intent, I flee into the unknown cavern, but when I have all the answers, I will continue the story, which may surprise me and others who also want to learn about themselves. When they walk down the path, and see a hidden tombstone with their name on it, as I have done so many times before! I am the one who sees the poem of your soul; Evergreen means to that which does not fade, as the ink fades to the page! I see the birds of night forageing for the last warm breeze of night! I smell the air so sweet; I am the night in the forest!

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© William Stephen Foos