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Mon 1 Nov, 2004 04:08 pm
Eyes water lungs breath in dispair,
Chocking i can even taste,
Drifts down the Street,
On clothes,
And in my hair,
Its mark, left on stone,
Follows you around,
On corners i see it escape,
As cars vanish, in its wake,
On City tops, i see it loom,
Angry i suppose,
It gets up my nose.
Tomorrow i'll start a revolution,
Against old pollution.
Darn you haven't experienced the good form of MIST. In it's natural state.
MIST by Aegis Nemesis
I remember evervesant light and the call of the mild.
Never to assume any other craft or form...
it conceals memories and revealsmy reality...if I am cut from that which givith me light and joy I would never be able to compare ...with the Mist in the morning at the Taj as the heavens on Earth reveals a facsimily of LOVE.
mist
thanks for reading, i'm still learning.Liked your poem
wow thanx.......nest poem waiting
This mist is JUST RIGHT. Keep it up! More! More! More!
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thank-you for your words of support. keeps me waning to write more.
We want you to write more. You have a vivid way of expressing yourself. I think you are evolving quite well, Joe!
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