Best Mull Poems

The mist settles on my face.
My head tilts back stiffly.
Eyes are wedged shut from the bright light, 
Seeing purple, and spots from squinting too tight.  
I can't even look.

I  feel the movement and rush of the water below, the sway.
The smell of the...

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When you continually mull over things
There can be regret in what it brings
Playing it again in your head
Brings back the fresh things to dread

And what you have in the finish
Is something that you want to diminish 
But you can't go back to it again
It is...

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