The fog clung to gladgreeningground,
Misty the nebulous wind.
The road stretched out,
A beckoning shout.
And the Earth rejoiced in the day.
The jolt of the air,
Brushed the webs from my hair.
As I recollected my hazified dreams.
The shape of your eyes
when your smile explodes,
my astral meandering.
So I ran by the roadside,
Hush in the morning.
My thoughts as distinct as the mist
Though lost in the tangle,
The stillness indwelling.
I live for the moments like this.
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