#WritcoPoemPrompt90
Moonlight Shadows, Hand in hand,
Leaning through the night in the meadow,
Against the compassionate trees of faraway land...
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That old lamp-post value stood by literal bank of emotive lake,
My lighthouse under that often gets dark during the days,
the days of prompts and predators in the jungle, strolling through,
fear is the frame to look through the window pane,
shells, scales and fabrics of practical attires they put on, inhuman,
when it rains of rustic amber, or its autumn, winter shadder,
feel and...