Recline in the Mist
A world gone crazy, recline in the mist
Give your weary soul a place to rest
Lean back into soft pillowy air
Breathe in, breathe out, without a care.
In the dripping mist are possibilities
Solace, suggestions, defining moments
Vistas, visions, future intentions
Some lost, some acted upon, most not
Still and all, go forth, recline in the mist.
(reprinted poem of mine from a few years back)
Beautiful. And how I delight in mist and fog.
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