Campground
Crickets chime,
Nightlit clouded water shines.
Raindrops lightly pour on me,
Who knows what tomorrow will be.
Sleep in a cabin,
Sit round a fire.
Talk like we’ll never tire.
Voice of the darkness
Singing within silence.
Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2019
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