In this path
Not all may seem well,
In the depths of the unknown,
Lies a troll waiting to tell,
The riddle about the other day
The dalliance and summer serenade,
Time and time again
An anomaly between the spaces,
Vacant voices fill those spaces,
Past the scribbles on these pages
Surviving the unspoken weather –
Standing like the silent wind.
Brunilda Writes 