Mist

Mist

Shall we gather at the river?
Shall we gather stones
To place on the graves
Of those we’ve lost?

Shall I open myself
Like a spigot turns
A fountain flowing
Deep and wide?

Or shall we walk
Hand in hand, speaking
To the voices that whisper
From the mist?

By | 2016-09-21T18:19:53+00:00 September 21st, 2016|Bad Poems|0 Comments

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