Maybe its the dark hours that bring the lonely. The somber, gloom that swallows all, or the quite which follows. Maybe darkness just feeds on darkness in the absence of light. Demons dancing in the shadows. Waiting for day break , to incinerate the dancing demons. Bringing back the bright, and bustle of day.
– Jamie Whorton ©
Nature Poetry by Jamie Whorton 
There’s such a beautiful rhythm to life and you captured it here!
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Thank you Adrienne!! Yes there is.. I’m really glad you liked it. ☺
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Yes…just right.
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Thank you! 😊 !
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🙂 !
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