Wednesday, June 3, 2015


|My Forest|


Come to my silent forest, all you will hear is the wind howling like wild wolves. 
The ground will shake until you quiver and if you don't  keep moving your body will be bleached by the cold and freeze. 
The smell of dry moss will make your nostrils shrivel up. 
When darkness hits it will whisper mysteries that you'll never solve.  The world surprised my lonely forest with a gift of life.

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