Mist
The silent night
Almost dawn
With a cool breeze
It starts,
From the east.
You'd have seen
Nothing like it,
Mist
They call it.
Dumbfound
By the sight of it,
Shimmering street lights
Distant
But clear.
A Harley
Roaring on
The highway.
An unimaginable
But real
Beauty.
Par excellence.
I can see
The darkness
Fade away,
And abruptly
Scattered
Comes the grey.
Copyright © Music Of Life | Year Posted 2016
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