A road covered with fallen leaves
half hidden by grass
tries to find its way
in the woods in autumn evening
the shadows are gathering fast
a thin veil of fog
is slowly forming in air
soon it will become a wall
the damp leaves make strange sound
the birds are chirping noisily
its time to finish up the chores
before they fall asleep
what if I get lost in woods
will I be found?
by whom?
men are fairies?
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One never knows who or what is in the woods…another interesting scene created with your poem.
yes, i often think about its mystery when i watch huge forest-covered lands in tv