#WritcoPoemPrompt119

The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
Seemed to be curious about the strolling recluse tonight.

Under the scintillating spotlight of the stars every moment felt vulnerable, intimidating;
And yet, she went on,
looking for that one spot within the forest wherein lay her solace.
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