the sun rising red
deer bows down to sip from lake
mystic fog surrounds
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mystic fog surrounds
light mirrors at water’s face
a heart thumping loud
*For Carpe Diem # 251 Mystical.
rising
The Choice is Mine
the moment the impalpable fruit comes up on the horizon
the nightly spots of light attract me, asking me to fade away with them that time
the choice is mine whether-
I want to be a seed of the sweet rising fruit or
the shine of the fading spots of night light.
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