Thursday, January 02, 2014

when we were in those
mountains
the fog keeps the trees
in haze

it is what we see when
we cry
when we close our eyes
as tears keep falling

it all hazy and yet when we
gaze again
we see how beautiful it is
to see fog
hanging on the mountain
sides and then not staying
for long
as they are carried by the
wind
to places where they fade
as though they were never
here.

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