Poem: Twilight


Majestic moss covered trees rustling, swaying in the wind way above my head. Brown leaves floating, spinning to the ground as the gusts disconnects them from thier branches.  Softly scraping across the ground, crunching beneath my feet. Tiny droplets of rain sparsely falling , running down my cheeks like tears. It's twilight. A round stark white moon balances in a rose colored sky. Dark menacing clouds threaten to overtake them. The light slowly fades all around me. Natures' orchestra begins.


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