Mist
The earth exhaled And in her breathing The morning paled, Fae mists seething Beneath a hidden dawn. Befogged I stray, My landmarks gone In an ambiguity of grey And I wander in search of the day. Sign in to see full entry.
Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Mist
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The collected output of a poetic impulse allowed to run free; creativity in rythmed lines. I invite you to my metaphorical truths.
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