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Silent shadows drift
Metal wings slice the grey dawn
Watchful, unblinking
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The Eye in the Mountain
People in the small village of Darin always said the mountain was strange. It stood alone beyond the forest, tall and silent, its dark cliffs watching the village like a giant guardian. Old villagers often warned children, “Never climb that mountain after sunset.”
By Imran Ali Shah3 days ago in Poets
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Silent shadows drift. Nicely Done Haiku
Nice!