Passing thoughts;
swaying like the breeze
that so jumps
back and forth.
The humid mist splashed
against fogging coolness
on shaking fingertips.
A mosaic of fragments;
Disappearing glances
mixed with
eclipse fantasies.
A reality drawn
against a painted dream.
Twilight;
Stuck between two worlds.
A longing subdues
with drawn out breaths.
Composure surely gaining.
Breathe slow.













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