Mirrored The Misty Sky…

February 5, 2010

The mist was like her hair,
Hung down
In wavy, wispy, swirls.
Her thoughts were as round
And as beautiful
As those accidental curls.

God got to hear
Her ramblings,
That mirrored
The misty sky,
While I stood -far,
Far away,
And wondered…
Wondered-
… by.

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