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Poetry

A bunch of poems about things. Sometimes sciency things, because I sure love SCIENCE.

Mist

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by Alyanel

by Alyanel

Mist

Mist is all around.

Cloaking the mint green trees

in shrouds of vapour

and pixelised leaves

programmed to fall at precise

irregular intervals.

Lily pads, floating

on a secret lake of LEDs,

surrounded by synthetic

strands of dew damp grass.

A throbbing heart and a half

dragging away fingers

Select.

Save

Quit.

Uncurl from a cramped chrysalis,

to find the musky car is

surrounded by blobs of rain

and peppered with drizzle.