Mist
"Campfires It Was, Culminating The Broadened-
Shores"..."As Airboat-Sliced, Through The Morning-
Mist!"..."Chattering-Birds, Soared The Fogged-
Clouds"..."Briefly By Chance, Appeared Her Two
White Eyes!"
"Fainted-Foots, Lightless-Graze, Goes The
Culmnist-Step"..."Autumns-Air, Raining-Down,
Chaos On Fragile-Beings!"..."Swaying To Her Path,
Slowly, Elegantly Caressing Thoughts"
"Thoughts Sweeping Panorama, Swiftly, Spell-
Binding Drammers Of Nailbitting-Suspense!"..."In
Recalls Of Fear, Memory Gripped With Cold-
Feet"..."To Frighted-Sight, Memory Recalls Anew!"
Copyright © Patrick Sunday | Year Posted 2014
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