I write stuff. Not very good stuff but I post it anyway.. because, why not. Oh radiant silver falling as dew webs weaving. The light shards of a brilliant moon enshroud the forest dim.Grey tracery of dancing branches slim in silver beams are bound. Beyond the star specked skyThese noisesome webs are found. In winters lonely forest boundBeyond what lies within the wood, a sleepy breezy sound. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...