Monday, June 9, 2025

Camping

 


Under the stars

Away from if all

We sleep

We dream

The fire crackling 

Breeze through the plants

We sleep

Owls hooting

Frogs Croaking

And every animal in the woods sounds like a stalker

Still We sleep

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