Streets of Savannah Bewitched
by Spanish moss
swaying delicately in the breeze
a mist starts to form over the streets
Enchanted
by Forsyth Park Fountain
water sparkles underneath
eerie glow of antique lamp posts
Surrounded
by lush greenery
a faint smell of the sea washes over me
Droplets descend from the overcast above
Georgia’s liveliest souls dance in the streets
Will this beauty be masked
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by the ghosts of the past?
