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Nightwalker

A luminous lush,
A restless eve,
Through the growing brush,
A loner weaves.

Gathering all needed for day,
Searching for place for night,
Easily finding its way,
Nothing blinding unknown sight.

Wisps of mist drag the ground,
Flowing through the dew,
Everything deprived of sound,
Parallel to born anew.

When the natives emerge,
To greet the day,
It runs beyond the ferns,
Far, Far away.

Nice poem, but it's a bit short. Don't mind me though, I write the shortest poems in the world!
I'd give it about an 8.5/10.

Hmm. I don't mind the length at all, I never judge a poem by its length...but there are some other things about it that bug me.

I'd like to say you have a nice vocabulary, but either you used some words incorrectly/in the wrong places, or just worded it in such a way that the enitre poem became very confusing.