GreenA Poem by Natasha Montgomery
The woods always hold secrets.
The leaves whisper them, and the wind carries them away. The woods always have darkness. The sun illuminates them, and the shadows deepen. The woods always hold mystery. They call to wanderers, getting found as they're lost.
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Added on September 30, 2017 Last Updated on September 30, 2017 Author
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