Into The Woods

Into The Woods prose poem

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She went into the woods,
Running till she breathed her last…
She was thunderstruck and horrified to the core!!!
Like she was hiding from the demons which abode in her
She was distressed; thinking about what the future beheld for her,
With numb and senseless feet, she sprinted as fast as she could and reached her destination
Clad with pearly white snow, the mountains looked as aesthetic as they would in the daylight even in the darkest hour of night
She finally found her seclusion and sat under a rusty old tree pondering over her swirling thoughts…
It seemed like the demons had fled her and now she was free to live for eternity
Just then the alarm rang near her headrest and she woke up abruptly from her pleasing yet confusing slumber.

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