Black WoodA Poem by Kayshe closes her eyes and returns to the wood, her fingertips grazing the black leaves as she tiptoes one step at a time into the realm of low spirits. the sky is hollow and lightless, softly loosing razor-glass tears. the twigs and leaves beneath her feet crack like skulls against rock, choking under pressure although she feels weightless here - empty on wings, empty on all things, taking her flight to a cold moon and sad sleep. © 2018 KayReviews
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4 Reviews Added on November 27, 2018 Last Updated on November 29, 2018 AuthorKayUnited KingdomAbout"Some believe it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. It is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindne.. more..Writing
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