Mishmash
Away from this mishmash world,
Alone, just by myself,
in the serene solitude of seclusion,
Wrapped up in the gathering gloom
of this solemn dusk,
I am at peace at last with myself.
With the sun long gone and
the moon lost in a maze of haze,
With the hills standing gray and mute,
Where would one go to find
one’s soul lost along the way?
~09/15/21
~Contest: "M" Mishmash
~Sponsor: Constance La France.
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