Pearly fog can't disguise
The harshness of the air
Brittle as glass
Shattering with each heated breath
As I stumble through
My hidden surroundings
Shivering and adrift,
Hollowed eyes unseeing.
What is there to see anyway?
But bleak and unending whiteness
So I close my eyes
And drift away.
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PoetryWhat is it I see Through these wavering glass spheres? Foreign tongues written far off in the heavens, Feelings incarnate, Scrawled across the bottomless sky For the seraphs and me alone to read. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #257 (8/28/16) Vote if you e...
