“Scribbling to write!”

‘The Mist’ – my own versions presented as a poem.

The lie consumes me

Like the engulfing mist

Swallowing all that exists

Degrading every breath

Into silent pleads!

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Warm kisses and the smell of coffee

Fingers entwined

Years lost, blown away

Mist giving way to the mountain peaks,

To our love and longing!

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Aching heart

Quiet but resilient

Misted with tears

Beats again

To announce its existence

Even when no one cares!