Treading on soft morning Snow
The crunch under my Feet somehow a thriller
Grey Trees surrounding my Path
Ghostly appearance
Somehow my Heart starting to race
Am l the only one in the barren old Woods?
A canopy of Dew covered Branches
Hanging over
An occasional drip of Water from above
Making me stare at the Sky
A foggy morning it is
A disturbing silence making me uncomfortable
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