White Forest

A group of small poems that tell a story I've wanted to tell for a long time. I want to begin here, in the middle of the white forest.

White forest,

silent and serene.


Your maze of birches,

a sacred, timeless dream.


With lakes and rivers

of whom no one knows the name.


Cryptic forest,

where I waltz with shadows

and sing alongside wolves.


Where I drink of moonlight’s darkness

in Loneling’s hollow tree.


White forest,

filled with secrets yet unseen.


The End

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