scent of pine invades
air still as stone,not a soul
is stirring this darkness
silvery beams strewn
across peaty undergrowth
burrowing into
darkness
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woods at night
scent of pine invades
air still as stone,not a soul
is stirring this darkness
silvery beams strewn
across peaty undergrowth
burrowing into
darkness
