MISTY
Like a morning mist
I watch you ebbing away
I thought I had gotten hold of you
Perhaps I’d forgotten
That you are
Like water held in between the concave of my palms
You cannot be grasped
And like the fleeting caresses of the breeze
You cannot really stand still
Thursday 16th July 2020 10:42 pm
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