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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