Light mists dance over my eyes
like stepping through morning grass
like sorting through shattered glass
like the quiet reverie
of a nostalgic memory
of a time when you and me
or rather you and I
held on to each other
like the light mist clinging to my eyes
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Author:
Noah Malice (
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Comments2
Beautiful work.
tyvm sir
So sweet and tender, love this
Ty evergreen, good to see you still on mps
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