Alone And Hiding
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Wind whistling through the night, nothing to stop
it's eerie lonely sound.
Reminding me of a child happily walking through
nature's abode, alone and hiding within themselves.
At times being afraid, whistling even louder as if
it will protect them somehow.
Wonders of childhood, giving them exemplary ways of
dealing with eerie and frightening aspects of life.
Especially those that happen when they are all alone.
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