Yet, when moonlight illumine the woods
Of the foreboding night,
No one hinders the solitudes
When darkness hinders human sight.
Where there was once a road through the woods
Visible is the wild so free,
Galloping free in a way afresh
Continues a secret spree,
Never hindering the solitudes about.
And never the woods
Seen so free,
But there was once a road through the woods,
A road in the woods
That saw the entire spree in the woods.
By HasiVA
17 Nov. 2009
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PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. None of them are arranged in any particular order, but the dates are recorded, so I would advice considering my age when I wrote these. Enjoy! =D
