Spirits in the Wind
As darkness falls across the skies;
A silent howl is quietly heard.
Through the ominous trees;
The spirits in the wind silently glide.
Like spectral orbs of life;
These mischievous beings eerily roam.
As the tearful skies begins to drip;
The spirits in the wind silently groan.
As the last of the raindrops quietly drips;
The many haunting images continue to stir.
Across a blanket of darkness;
A silent hum is quietly heard.
As the rays of a new morning quietly seeps;
The spirits in the wind nervously retreat.
Like images floating across the coast;
These Spirits in the wind silently fade away.
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