The whispers of the wind.
The sound of crickets.
Plants swaying silently in their dance.
The darkness following your every step.
The moonlight showing the truth of night.
The sweet, cool scent.
The very breath of night.
The thudding of your heart.
The beat of your footsteps.
The rush of your blood.
Your silent breathing quickening.
Your mind racing with friantic thoughts.
The crunching of dead leaves under your feet.
The hushed moving of silent shadows.
What you call night, is a completely differnt world
Submitted: July 03, 2012
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