Midst of a Mist
blurred in midst of a mist
deep, dark woods
in diaphanous, thick, heavy air
enshrouding shrubs and trees
in translucent pearlescent smog.
spooky outlined murky shapes
look surreal, like white ghosts.
I am afraid to take uncertain steps
in unseen fear of stumbling.
Shortsighted vision does not foresee
a golden sunshine in the arcane paths
burgeoning a new silver dawn ahead
with welcome notes of birdsongs.
I choose to stay lost forever...
in midst of my comfortable mist zone.
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