I walk on quiet leopard's feet
I stand atop a brand new day
I live inside the rainy sky
And dwell beneath the bird's pathway.
I am a tiara of mountain peaks
It is I who slink across the land
Cloaking the earth in a shrouded film
Yet I leave no footprints as my brand.
In all I do, I can make no sound
I envelop the planet in my grasp
I do not feel the cold of the wind
On my body no skin, on my cloak no clasp.
I could not harm the pink skin of your wrist -
Fear me not, I am only the mist.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 3:15 AM UTC
I walk on quiet leopard's feet
I stand atop a brand new day
I live inside the rainy sky
And dwell beneath the bird's pathway.
I am a tiara of mountain peaks
It is I who slink across the land
Cloaking the earth in a shrouded film
Yet I leave no footprints as my brand.
In all I do, I can make no sound
I envelop the planet in my grasp
I do not feel the cold of the wind
On my body no skin, on my cloak no clasp.
I could not harm the pink skin of your wrist -
Fear me not, I am only the mist.
Another of my natural sonnets. Italian style, I believe, but do correct me if I'm wrong.
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