That mist, I want to vanish In,
I feel ,as if it grows bigger,
Like someone pull the trigger,
I throw myself in it…
That mist, or fog,
Whatever you may call it,
Takes you by hand
And leads ahead to nowhere…
You’ll meet inside, collide them:
Those lost in it like you…
They guard you, or get parted,
Result is something, that unknown
And in the end, on brink of reason,
When life’s already told you all the secrets
You’ll see who’s staying by your side,
Who’s faith in you, was more
than just a life.
Blank verse, Mist
© Copyright: Павел Просветов, 2012
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