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The Mist…

The mist I had in my head  was cleared away,
The tide rose high and washed all my dreams away.
I woke up today, my body was so cold,
Once again no dreams, just reality to hold.
My love was so soft, you did hear a word,
The wound you gave me…
Is much deeper like given with a sword.
Still wish you treasure my feelings one more day,
But No! To be in the real world you have to cast me astray.
Our love started so pure as a mighty snow mountain so white,
Suddenly you got attracted to the warm winds, went from gray to black.
Those harsh winds wounded me so bad, don’t think they can ever bring me back…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag

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