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A letter to mum
#WritcoPoemPrompt119
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
There is no dusk to be,
There is no dawn that was,
Only there's now, and now,
And the wind in the grass.
OnceI remembered those days
When I used to troddle in your warm laps
Was afraid...