But how many secrets can they keep?
They are filled to the brim with a
Dark magic, ethereal beauty mixed
With fear of the unknown.
I walk the path between giants,
Escaping to this other world,
A world away from all the
Find a meadow surrounded by friends
And lay staring to the sky,
Clouds slipping by into this
Framed wooded window.
First line inspired by Robert Frost’s Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening