Posted in My Poetry, Writing

Forest In the Dark of Night

The forest is different
In the dark of night.
By day this place
Was full of life:
The trees talked wonder,
The birds sang beauty.
The rivers sparkled
And cleansed the earth.
Now moonlit woods
Stare back at me;
Their darkened gaze
Is blank.


Written for today’s Daily Post Promptblank

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