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Mist

Morning mist will cast its spell 
Over the vale,
Over the hills,
by leisurely descending towards the land,
Bringing heaven on earth by its mystic magic wand.
As long as it lovingly brushes the mountain tops,
As long as it lingers on the heights where fearless kites and eagles soar ,
mist is a welcome sight.
But, it being master of its own will
If wishes comes quite down the hills,
as if to fondle the low lying grass.
It veils the view around,
It flimsily blindfolds every eye,
that ventures to look from its balcony  towards where  a few days back stood the hope.
Hope of being in the view of the long lost dear ones,
Whose hearts once beat in a unison.
Though separated ages ago they had not stopped beating for their cherished ones.
Mighty mist seems reluctant to hear their pray that it should stay majestically high in sky and shouldn't hinder the reverie of the broken hearts by stooping down.







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  1. Reena NagpalJuly 4, 2022 at 11:19 AM

    Beautifully written

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  2. Nomadic SoulJuly 5, 2022 at 6:13 AM

    You are a magician with words, You are blessed to have the power to communicate your feelings thru your writing and make others feel your emotions. Feels like it's not your experience but ours as well. Look forward to being a part of this journey and see world thru such a beautiful prism of your words.

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