Like a mist, he came
untimely, enchanting me
Inside out, shifting my world
in translucent shades of his own
A hazy glimpse of that cold day,
Then slowly, he just slipped away.
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Wanderland
PoetryWe all live with memories, memories of all kinds which engulf us until we either reminisce or relive them. Leading us to the feeling of bittersweet intoxication, overwhelming the very core of our being. Perhaps the recollection itself coupled with t...
The Mist
Like a mist, he came
untimely, enchanting me
Inside out, shifting my world
in translucent shades of his own
A hazy glimpse of that cold day,
Then slowly, he just slipped away.
