Mrs Musings' Musings
curious about being human
Saturday, 12 November 2011
Mist
Mist shrouds the landscape
trees stretch their gnarled limbs
and casting themselves in anthropomorphic roles
speak prophecies with deep voices
and sing songs from the dawn of time
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