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About This Poem
Touch Me- Dusk
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Dusk,
I walk
thro' the woods
swirling whiteness,
thick blanket of mist ;
cold , it touches my skin.
my fingers reach out to feel
the delicate white petals wrapped
oh! so fragile , white bunches in green;
smell sweet , the wild lilies - of - the - valley.
I pick some flowers, a sound startles me,
forest with its tall dark trees scary.
a rustle behind me, I see
a deer leaps across my path
fades in the thickets green.
hear trees whispering
frozen I stood.
been touched by
the dark
woods.
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5th place in the contest
For the Contest : "Touch me count up and down"
Sponsored by nette onclaud
Written by Gautami Phookan
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