The Leaves That Are Rattling On The Trees Tonight

Poem By Angharad Davies

I can hear them,
Like distant childrens voices
They tap at the window and when I look they are gone.

I can sense them
Trying to uncurl me from my sleep
Beckoning me to come into the dark purple garden.

By day I am an adult
I block my fear with illusions
Tonight I am an honest child, and I am scared.

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