Sunday, November 16, 2008

Misty Life

The mist whisks away
Everything that stays,
Embraced in its coldness
Life too enters dampness.
Lights across the street
Appears dim covered by the mist
Likewise, muddled happiness
Whine only in pain and sorrow.
Misty life camouflaged the surface
Leaving the bottom in fiery rage,
What seemingly to be white and pure
Is nothing more than fleeting mist.
Transitory wishes and desires
Mar the flow of our lives,

Within too short time to live
Must desires be the breath of existence?

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  2. typos -- sorry for deletion

    Hi!

    Matters to think about, Cyclop..

    Life itself is so fleeting, then why focus on just mist..

    Nice one, the picture 'Winter' too...

    wishes!
    devika

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  3. That's the catch isn't it Cyclop - being able to tell the real from the illusory...

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