broken wind
as I walk down this path less traveled I sense the beginning of a story or a truth being unraveled the trees bend as if to say what brings you this way the wind could barely talk for it had ran into a mountain of rock forbidden places are here before me it's almost like the trees and the broken wind adore me bowing and whispering sweet melodies in my ear softness glows through the trees a moonlit fortress no need for keys
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