I stare at the trees
As I feel the breeze
The cold night air
Just gives me a scareI feel someone watching
As I just keep staring
I turn around
But I see no one aroundWho are you
Why aren't you here
I hear your voice
But you're no where around
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Literature
PoetryPoetry is what happens When your mind stops working, And for a moment, all you do is feel.