Tue, 12/05/2017 - 15:34 -- Cydren

Among the leaves

Blows a somber breeze

Alone and silent

The moon glows with a vacant stare

Into the fallen trees 

Salient and precarious, sunken into the trail

This poem is about: 
My country


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