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In a whisper no one can hear
Fragile, the air that surrounds me
I wait for the mist to appear
The winds, swirl like a cyclone
As trees grow naked and stark
They call to me, lyrically, intone
Gathering thoughts, I embark
Toward the forest, bare of cover
Into shadows, as they grow
Wondering what I may discover
I get lost in the leaves below
Writing Prompt: Fragile Whispers – Day 5/31
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