SHUDDER
STUTTER
SPLUTTER
In shadows deep, where whispers shudder,
Echoes dance, as thoughts begin to stutter.
A breeze sweeps through, the leaves a-splutter,
Carrying secrets that the night can utter.
Moonlight glimmers on the waters’ face,
Each ripple a story, time can’t erase.
The forest sighs, the stars commence to flutter,
In this quiet realm, the heart starts to mutter.
Yet still, there’s beauty in the faintest glimmer,
As darkness wraps around, the hopes grow slimmer.
But in the stillness, even fears may sputter,
Finding peace in silence, where shadows scatter.
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