Figures dancing in front of the fire
the shadows fall and collide on the trees
the copse itself - now seems breathing
white cloaked figure in the darkness sees
sadness grows deep within us
the ancient grove in a dire way
old trees dance in the fire shadows
close your eyes and feel them sway
the leaves whisper a tale of anguish
quiet your thoughts - discern the sound
senses reeling with new found knowledge
seek the wisdom on forgotten ground
3 comments:
Such a beautiful invitation to hear.
Wow.. loved your take on the prompt.. great use of imagery, and fascinating wordplay.. Makes for a marvellous read, thank you!
a beautiful piece. Full of emotion and reclaimed vision.
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