Poem #184 (Forest at Night)

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In the trees, the eyes of the night gaze,

creatures revel in the dirt and moss,

hands guiding the clouds across the sky

exposing silvers stars that glitter

in the black night. A hollow hoot of an owl

the crack of a broken twig, a silence that

envelopes the dreams of the dreamer.

The forest at night.


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