I’m running in a horror film
totally at peace
sensing the people
passing
through the mist
like frosty ships
cut off from time
with no reference point
in the night
light and darkness
with shades of reflected orange
in the last days
of October
where swamps
are full of fog
and feint music
floats
into my ears
echoing
the past
as I become a creature
of that unique atmosphere
where city conversations
don’t know
this hidden valley of my heart
and I long to visit
even though
my time
between visits
is long.
A great write with memorable phrases: “frosty ships”, “hidden valley of my heart”
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Thanks discarded plant!!! I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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You are very welcome, my friend. I’m Newton
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Thanks Newton!
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You are welcome!
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