Mist
Mist flows wild like rivers
Its hides things and starts to quiver
It spreads like wild fire's flame
Swallowing both natures pride and shame
It covers the mountains and vale
Like sensibility by the ale
The path ahead appears misty
One wonders whether its straight or twisty
Its a veil of of delusion
Like our sense clouded by pleasures' illusion
It blankets the beauties and flaws
Covering both heroes and outlaws
From afar it appears like cloud
But touching it,its not more than a shroud
So lets get lost in the mist"s tryst
For tonight it's our deity,and we its theist
Mist is somewhat of a metaphor with illusions,confusion and unpredictability that life brings i guess?also i find it beautiful how it covers and uncovers things changing their looks like life ,the way it throws towards us surprises and all.
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the poems of Scarlett__shard
ПоэзияPoetry is breaking past the inhibitions that hold you down,celebrating what you like and staying true to yourself Brevity is soul of poetry and our life should be like that small but concise quality matters not the quantity
