Hazy fog dashes my morning sunlight
and I make my way through shadowy sculptures
as I listen to lazy meditations.
One last dew-drop slithers down the window
and I recall my hopes..
Loosing the distance between the years
I am swept away in enchantment.
"One last dance" we cry
and I shakily throw off all nervousness.
all too much for one mornings day-dream.
I reluctantly venture back to the meditation.
Issued seconds of per-chance echo by
and I remain oblivious to their cause.
Simultaneously I draw myself back to the center.
I enrich myself in something I can not explain.
And neither can the fog as it dashes the
and slips by my lazy meditation.
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