Misty Mind
the seam of woods and lands concealed,
by subtle, gentle mist.
so light yet twilight thoughts indeed,
things that some might have missed.
though there must be no such dissection,
no gluttery of fault.
might be the quest for mind perfection
holds them from the halt
so read the signs this summer morning,
crawl back and contemplate
the mist and air they breathe a warning,
"thy must not complicate"
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