Mist touches my face
Careful droplets
dance
Taunting us below
of rain
The clouds hang low today
Fog blurs my vision
Fading the
sharp corners
making the world
seem softer
than it is
everything
seems like a
dream
The sound of cars
morphs
into water falls
The small patch of
mossy overgrown plants
that fall over the concrete
becomes a mossy rock
on the boarder of a river
Ever car passing
Hits my face
With a gentle mist
and a gust of air
But I blink
And it's gone
Just a foggy morning day
Standing at a bus stop
Watching the cars thunder by
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Words that I won't share with anyone
PoetryI don't care if you read this. Words are meant to be put out there Even if no one reads it. Or cares. This is Poetry that I write I'll share my own words, if you want you can too. Just sharing some thoughts. Anyone who is lost can come here. If you...
