From the Garden of Afternoon
Leisurely and alone,
I was wandering in a palace garden.
Flowers were completely gone,
But deep green
Summer leaves were fully grown,
And on each branch
Small birds were all the way chirping:
Seemingly for me a perfect afternoon
To be lost in poem-reciting!
Suddenly a wind arose,
When a human voice came to my ear,
Saying low yet rather vivid:
...
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The Evil Tree
I'm going to tell you a story, which was genuinely one of the most terrifying moments of my life. I'd always been quite cynical about the idea of ghosts and demons and spiritualism, but this moment changed that for me and made me realise that actually, we are NOT alone in this world. Please, I know and understand the cynicism of most on this topic, but I can assure you that I have not invented any...
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