Friday, February 24, 2012


Demystified mist,
you can't stay.
A winter mist-
a season too long.
Base and yet none,
you won't hold.
Misty smoke,
you'll disappear.
You can’t stay.
Pale away,
in the midst of
paling comparisons.
Even the sun burns,
if you get too much,
they say.
Freeze or burn?
Why isn’t there another fork in the road?

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