Undisclosed, silent meadow hidden
In that thick legal land of evils;
Dark branches of a fang spreading
To catch all the beautiful creations
Into it’s roots,securely!
That destructive moaning of the
Silence at midnight, is always the
End of a beautiful catch!
Fencing this meadow isn’t
Within the reach;
Is this my habitat where I’ve learnt to
Survive or just an imagination?
If you survive here,you can be
Proud of yourself!
Poetry of a Bohemian 
Dark meadow past mid night has a tale of the souls,which is not felt in the daylight.it is both
Frightening and interesting!
It always catches our interest!
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