Faceless As the Mist
I am faceless as the mist
that dissolves with the
first rise of temperature
you feel me in touch
but never know me as such
yet I do my purpose
and am on my way
dancing full sway
nameless I am too
for what can you call a mist
an orange,yellow,green or pink
mist that writes in ink
not even the ink
that I write in, is
visible
yet the writing is etched
fully and nicely stretched
till you feel its caress
and try and find its match.
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