I feel the night spirits beckon me
The crowns of trees form a canopy overhead,
high above me, hiding the stars
A frost settles over all
moss and stone alike
A sudden breeze caresses my face
as sensual as a lover’s touch
Night voices whisper
The dark is quivering with life
Despair lifts , rising upward in a mist
I am overwhelmed
An omen,
a nocturnal gift
Ellecee
Inspired by
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(my words: canopy, frost,despair,omen,sensual)
and
Skywriting - beckon
