MISTYNIGHTS
With Mistynights.....The fog rolls in......
Covering all we see,
Not even the lights......
Penatrate me!
I look around to see dark....
I look all around me.....
In the peace of the unmarked.....
There is Misty.......
She comes and goes.....
Like the morning fog..........
Writing those poems..........
Like no-one knows........
The Mistynights.......
Turn to day..........
Misty writes.......
and the words say.......
With such love and respect......
she does it in the room.....
The diolect........
Always grove........
This is the way......
The Mistynights make me feel......
I think today......
Mistynights are real!
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