Mom
I saw you Mom!
I have passed through the thin silvery mist.
Scattering the letters, like feathers.
Watched them fly over hills ,and then disappeared.
Ah _ how young I was in the dream!
Too young to know,
how death would take your smile like wings,
How would made of it strange heavenly birds,
In strange unearthly place,
Where nothing withholds the sun! But fog.
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