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MORNING MIST
Strange how the morning mist distorts reality
Certainty transformed into abstract perceptions,
The mind a bizarre planet in the early morn.
Across the way lights flicker in the dimness of dawn
Perchance an aperture into the cosmos secreted there,
A hidden entrance into an alternative parallel universe.
My mind scrutinized the eventualities of its radiance,
The morning mist secreting the reality of its meaning,
This illusion, perhaps a hallucination mystifying me.
Perspective is such a
Perspective is such a beautiful and vast thing that poets may never despair there is always something to write about isn’t there? i thoroughly enjoyed this particular perspective! Blessingss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
At times poems are created from the smallest perceptions.
Stephen
Nice!
Nice!
Thank you.