Haunted

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By Nidhi Gohil Published 2 years ago • 1 min read

Whispers in the woods, shadows stalk the trees,

Moonlight drips like blood, nightbirds' eerie pleas.

Leaves rustle secrets, unseen eyes gleam bright,

Nature's haunting lullaby, a symphony of fright.

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Nidhi Gohil

When life took a different turn, I grew distant from people and closer to books📖. Since then, I started writing my emotions instead of speaking them.🍁

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Kay Husnick2 years ago
"Moonlight drips like blood" is such a strong image. Good work!

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