Spirit FolkA Poem by AidanOn long nights when the moon looms large Spirit folk are conjured from hidden places They sing and dance far removed from prying eyes Their footsteps stir the fallen leaves along the empty streets If you listen closely, in the early morning hours you can hear them returning to places unseen. © 2015 Aidan |
StatsAuthorAidanSan Antonio , TXAboutEnglish/Teaching Major that enjoys reading (and writing!) poetry, science fiction, and horror. Looking to keep a place where I can post writing and get some constructive feedback. Would love to hear y.. more..Writing
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