Poetry Life and Mind-ful Things

Misty

Is it in the early of the day?

The center of time which dissects the whole?

Maybe the dark of the night where light is deep

In the far reaches of the universes

It matters not when the mist is made known

Or the ingredients that causes this event

As in the laughter of children at play

The loss of one loved so deep

Viewing a moment as the heart swells

And the mind absorbs all that is before you

Overflowing with emotions want to express

These are eyes that do not run as the falls

But wet just enough, to become misty

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