Mist Walk
Walking without a route, between the midnight mistSearching for a love that vanished in thin air
Covered with lies hidden behind a false smile
Denying to believe in love again
Until someone knocks to your door
Recovering the lost feeling
Mist Walk
Walking without a route, between the midnight mistPoetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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