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Mar 2015
The forest is dark
by night it’s been swallowed
all things mysterious
all sounds hallowed.

Nature’s nocturnal
all life’s gathered here
although all movements are ghostly
there is nothing to fear out here.

Dark mythical arms
hide the moon
dawn will be arriving
But never too soon.

Crickets shrill
and interrupt the night air
owls cry and make harmony
the nature is so romantic in the air.
Heather Mirassou
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Heather Mirassou  California
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