Here I will focus the writing on poetry and commentary.

In the woods I met her

As winds blew night’s melody,

the sky’s narrowing light spoke.

In this place would I be heard.

Even breathing happens alone,

Waiting upon sounds around me.

Yet I could feel her near me.

Her seductive nature before fear.

I waited then for the moonrise,

Then shadows would move me

Home with my silence.

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