MIST
It floats over the fields like clouds over mountains
It's constant and everywhere like the water in fountains
It is thick as the hand that writes a poem
It surrounds everything, especially your home
It’s white as snow that falls in winter
You can’t feel it so it’s not like a splinter
Although it disappears every afternoon
It reappears before each set of the moon
It floats over the fields like clouds over mountains
It's constant and everywhere like the water in fountains
It is thick as the hand that writes a poem
It surrounds everything, especially your home
It’s white as snow that falls in winter
You can’t feel it so it’s not like a splinter
Although it disappears every afternoon
It reappears before each set of the moon
I love your poetry Abiel. Beautiful work just like you are, beautiful! Love you and miss you so much. I pray you are enjoying everyday of growing up. Say hi to your mom for me.
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