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Mist

You are different, coming and spread
sprawl and eavesdrop the hilltops
like ice you hiss and melt
past the cold, hardness of the night
in the mornings, you emerge
silently like awaitin

your gentle passing
in a phase to pause
a moment of transition
peaceful and calm

silence on the strangers mountain
the beholders eyes are caught amidst, aghast
the misty silence