By: Lionheart
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Night Whispers Winds whisper in the night, calling through the naked wood. Shadows pass the silver creek, where the giant maple stood. In the darkness no one sees, for the moon has gone to sleep. Round about the massive trunk, little creatures creep. Quivering in the midnight sun, on barbs of gossamer thread. High upon the tallest branch, a spider has spun her web. On ancient paths the ashen mist, glides like a hoary ghost. Silent on their verdant boots, clouds gather by the coast. A steely north wind carries, geese flying on the wing. And in the starry sky above, nature lifts her voice to sing. “ Lionheart ~
By: Lionheart
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