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Whispers in the Fog
In the silent heart of night, I sneaked
Through a murmuring forest half asleep,
Where whispers falter like short breaths,
Where paper leaves refuse to drift.
The air was thick with caressing fog,
Untold secrets wrapped in a quiet hug,
While somewhere near a static waterfall
A transparent sketch flickered gold.
Phantom forces brushed the edges,
Thoughts from Pandora's box I couldn't claim;
Temperamental tarot cards within me
Kept reading fate without a name.
Was it magic, myth, or memory...
A truth concealed, a crafted illusion?
Or simply part of what we’ve always been:
The human need to define confusion.
Hmm... this poem hits home, i use to play with all that in my past, but then i found jesus, and im so glad i turned away from it all, this poem is good, and makes me think about alot of things!
Love
Crystal