Spirit FolkA Poem by AidanOn long nights when the moon looms large Spirit folk are conjured from hidden places They sing and dance far removed from prying eyes Their footsteps stir the fallen leaves along the empty streets If you listen closely, in the early morning hours you can hear them returning to places unseen. © 2015 Aidan |
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Added on January 4, 2015 Last Updated on January 4, 2015 |

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