Sleeping Beauty

Coming down the mountain

Descending into the blanket of crisp air

We smile at each other

Reminiscing in the mist

 

Down

                Down

                                Down

We go…….

 

Disappearing in Her breath

A chill glides my spine

A glorious illusion of death

 

White cars white faces

Covered by Her breath

Sucked into mystery

The story of Macbeth

 

Silhouette shadows

A simmering blast!

Of water fairy’s  dancing

To her morning to last

 

OH… pour upon me your Love, you Freshness

Your Breath

Bless me with thy

Marvelous Morning Mist

The End

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