December morning mists,
Mirrors to life's mysteries
As gray as they are the tones
and timbres of this existence
December morning mists,
like veils upon the face
of truth
As cold and as distanced are they
As every friend I ever thought cared
Life is a perfect mystery,
everything is uncertain
especially my own
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 1:17 PM UTC
December morning mists,
Mirrors to life's mysteries
As gray as they are the tones
and timbres of this existence
December morning mists,
like veils upon the face
of truth
As cold and as distanced are they
As every friend I ever thought cared
Life is a perfect mystery,
everything is uncertain
especially my own
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