Gentle Mist
I was once walking through the wood,
in the mist, silenced hush.
Sky rocketed trees,
graced by the tender eve.
Quacks; quivers; splash; and whirl,
faded into a whisper.
Sky fell asleep; stars twinkled,
but dwindled to disappear.
Emptiness of the green,
I felt within,
and with a sweet touch, gently
the mist devoured me completely.
Copyright © Kavi Th | Year Posted 2020
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