An early morning mist rises from the moist ground to mingle with the dieing fog just before dawn’s early sun fuses them together into a misty cloud to slowly rise up to the heavens gracefully as one until the winds come together and pry them apart leaving only their tears to pour upon the earth to lay in wait for the sun to set and the moon to bring the mists of time back to life once more at the cusp of dawn to be joined again, be it for just a short time.
Walker
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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3 comments:
i'm speechless. this is simply your best ever.
Nice, but with a title like "Burning Desire", I was expecting something a little different, lol.
I second Shadow, in this one. Brilliant!
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