The Winter Mist
The Winter Mist
The winter mist
Which no can twist
I knew you exist
Although in a cyst
Never failing to appear
When all you could do was disappear
You stayed
When you frayed
And you waited
When things faded
And yet you left
When you could deft
I returned to my mess
Now covered in tress
To find you gone
As if I’d always been lone
I should have known
To avoid being blown
But I did not see
And now there’s nothing left to be seen..
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