Venture North Poem by Debora Soramaki

Venture North



Walking in the deep dark green dense forest
One can smell the leaves decay
Rocks and trees covered with moss
Small dead tree branches that lay
On the ground crack under your feet
A light cool mist is constantly on your face
You wonder if you'll ever see the sun again
Feelings of awe reside amongst those
Who trample through the Northbound Territories.

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