Beneath the blackened silver sky, A blanket of quiet twilight lies, Cold winds through whispering branches fly, And halt my step with startled cries.

Listening closely, silent, still, As whispers weave, their voices fill, The air with echoes of my sins, With bitter laughter, truth begins.

Branches stretch, like skeletal hands, Desperate fingers, through dark lands, Reaching towards me from the night, A forest ancient, out of sight.

How have I walked this path so blind? Is this but fear within my mind? Breath grows ragged, lungs grow tight, Dragged into woods of endless night.

Still I hear their mocking sound, In darkened woods, my sins abound. Oh God, if this is but a dream, Awaken me on forgiven ground!

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In the shadows of the ancient woods, Where moonbeams dance with whispered hoods, There roams a creature, wild and free, A guardian of mystery.

With eyes like stars, and fur of night, It wanders 'neath the silver light, And in its heart, a melody, A song that drifts through time, you see.

But alas, the melody's lost, In echoes of the tempest tossed, For none can hear the beast's sweet tune, Beneath the glow of the crescent moon.

Yet whispers tell of days gone by, When once, beneath the azure sky, The mystical beast would sing its song, And hearts would soar, and souls belong.

So let us seek the hidden glade, Where secrets dwell, and dreams are made, And listen close, with hearts aglow, For the lost song of long ago.

Father is the gift of allah father is the Lord of life when I see my father my heart is very happy every father prepare everything for her or his children and also they find money for his and her

I found it. Right where I thought it was. The path was overgrown, the flora leaped to cover what was lost. What is it? Just a vase. Or maybe not. Within the vase is truth yet it remained unsought. The woodland fauna and the river current formed an arrow For those who listened, it pointing to right where the truth lied But now it’s mine. I found it. Right where I thought it was.

I keep wondering through the dark Green, the color that gives me hope Stranded on the ground with a mark Stars around my eyes through the smoke

I keep looking for the light Somewhere foreign, somewhere known Nothing but darkness, total night Things are unfamiliar, it can’t be grown

I keep searching for the treasure in my mind I kept all the things hidden inside of me I can’t look for the future, rather be blind I can’t change it, been helpless like a bee

The treasure in my mind is gone and can’t be replaced Everything is taken away It’s just me and my mind

No one is here to help No one, it’s just me ….

Lost in the woods, scared and alone, Running away, from my only home. Sprinting along, as fast as I could, I came to a halt, and there I stood. There I saw a monster in pain, Playing a waiting game, Waiting alone until its life comes to an end, “What a tragic death, my friend” I hear, As I turn around I’m struck with fear, For yet another monster has appeared. It must have been trying to heal its fellow, But sadly now he joins the rest below. Escaping from the scene in quite a dash, Cause it appeared that I had quite a rash, A rash red with blood, I ran as fast as I could, And escaped the mysterious wood.

Long long ago laid an enchanted wood, Home to fairy’s, goblins and witches galore, No one has never and I mean never found all before, but still I wonder the enchanted wood , trying to find something no one could.

Everything surrounding me seems so cozy.. The wind that’s blowing, I swear it chose me, The whispers from it I hear, Gives me familiarity and cheer. Backpack on my back, sneakers soggy, Cellphone reception nonexistent, Friends and family in a distance. This is my breakaway, No one can call me.. living off the land, I don’t need a helping hand. The persistence I have to be a better me, I feel like there’s a lot of me to retrieve, So on my solo journey I continue to live free Embarking on the little things, I hear the birds above me, and they sing So I sing along with them, The most beautiful muse, is peace. Tonight I will build my tent in the forest, while others worry about who is the poorest. I have everything I need. Nature and me.

strong breeze Dark Days walking into the woods at night i feel the peace WAITING feeling crying

Then I remember how strong I actually am. I am more powerful then they make me feel.

i don’t feel the peace in the daylight yet BUT I WILL