You and I collided
like fog over ground,
one solid and firm--
utterly immovable.
The other lightly
misting over
and through,
caressing this blade
and that one
before swirling away,
and above,
and beyond.
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
You and I collided
like fog over ground,
one solid and firm--
utterly immovable.
The other lightly
misting over
and through,
caressing this blade
and that one
before swirling away,
and above,
and beyond.
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