The morning mist brings myriad thoughts,
Images of the night, ideas of the day...
So many things I have to say.
What if I chose not to be
In search of eternity...
What if I chose not to ask
Is it me or you who wears the mask?
The morning mist hides my face.
In that I find peace...some solace.
2 comments:
I am not sure I understood this..
very beautifully put :)
contrasts things strikingly. most days in life r like a cross-road, arent they?! full of uncertainities :)
ur newer blog later....
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