Mist

by Nikolle   Jan 19, 2005


Whiteness glimmers in dawn bends
through the Paine fog, soft as cobwebs
Clinging close as lingering ache, or
Rejected love
Mournful, ashen cheeked muted, beautiful leaching naive day
To conglead moonlight milky warm wood memory. Warm breath once shared
Mist on the mirror
Aptomized shimmering droplets
Breath on a cold silver mirror
Mist

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