Fog
Whiteness glimmers in Dawn
bends through the pane
Fog, soft as cobwebs
ClingingClose as a lingering ache, or
Rejected love
Mournful, ashen cheeked
Muted, beautiful,
Leeching naïve day
To congealed moonlight --
Milky wormwood memory
Warm breath once shared
Mist on the mirror
Mist on the mirror
Atomized shimmering droplets
Breath on a cold silver mirror
Mist
Found this poem and i think it is very nice.... and juz the day for me.............
1 comment:
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