The little alcove by the ditch
is my favorite destination.
Hidden by a nest of tress
that musn't reveal my location.
The sunlight leaked through branches
like cracks in the pavement.
A single statue lies there
with a long-forgotten engravment.
The leaves and the valley
brought the scene to life,
and the earthly silence
to relieve my strifes.
My Narrative Poem
Great line: "The sunlight leaked through brancheslike cracks in the pavement."
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