A Nightly Walk
The cool crisp air flows softly on my face
The crunch of the leaves grows louder every pace
Moonlight shines down I feel it's soft embrace
Walking a little quicker now, I begin to make haste
The shadows of the night begin to circle round
Quickly quickly quickly I'm lost and can't be found
Copyright © Caroline Smith | Year Posted 2016
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