Misty Minds
Morning’s sun,
subtly dulled.
So perfect does enact
such shattered souls.
The mist - delicate,
enchanting,
slight,
sorrowful;
smothering earth’s life force.
Giving glints of wispy vapour
to the breath of all.
Each breath inhaled—
chilling to the core.
Rolling,
tumbling;
it gently billows.
Enveloping the world
in glistening dew.
Beautiful and crisp.
Hazy and mysterious.
It caresses with grace,
yet scornfully bites.
Diffusing into nothing without warning.
Allowing sweet bright, warming light
to lustre upon us all once more.
Though, in it’s absence,
conjuring still;
forlorn thoughts,
of when it shall return.
Overwhelming the world once more.
As it snuggles beneath the deathly beauty
of its melancholic blanket.
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