Sleeping Beauty

Coming down the mountain

Descending into the blanket of crisp air

We smile at each other

Reminiscing in the mist





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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