There in the land of heroes and beauty is a lady.
Who moves like a wisp of smoke.
Penetrating all barriers, emerging on the side
Of life that most fail to see.
A forbidden love that falls like a fallen leaf off a
Tree-slowly drifting through the gentle breeze.
Bonding with a plethora of others.
Lying among them with no difference in hue
As she glides effortless over them,
All towards her destiny in the mist in the quiet,
Of the evening...there she sits.
(c) 2019 “The Mist in the Quiet”, Paul S Hickman, All Right Reserved
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