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Silent Woods The forest is so still today. The summer birds have gone away. No winter birds let out a peep. I guess the squirrels are all asleep. I listen while the bright leaves fall, But they don't make a sound at all. There is no wind; how can it be The only sound I hear is me? My footsteps seem too loud and bold. My breath makes vapor in the cold. I walk awhile and pause again And for some minutes, I remain As silent as the woods around. A white mist rises from the ground. There is a lonely feeling here. As I retrace my steps, I peer Into the shadows of the day, Still thinking that perhaps I may See something moving, but the spell Of autumn dying, works too well. |
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