Touch Me- Dusk

Written by: gautami phookan




   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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