iris |
This evening, there are whispers in the
forest.
Voices not usually there.
Could it be two lovers, promising undying
union?
Or two woodland creatures, taking human
form?
Shafts of light reach through the clouds
illuminating the valley.
Fingers stabbing through the grey to lead
the traveller who passes this way.
Listening.
Believing.
Unsure of anything.
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