Mist
Pale morning light
filters through
morass of grayish white brume
Ethereal allure of
blades and limbs
crystal icing arouses curiosity
Everywhere gaze
muzziness distorts
disorienting beauty awakens desire
Drawn further in
as if parting curtains
as fog closes in around me
Familiar seen in
new light
transformed into brilliance so pale
For a moment lost
in a wonderland
that soon melts away to Winter's rest
19-021X
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