Mist is the mystery
that lingers across a lover's soul.
It's not about just a man or lady
But the entire world of feelings as whole.
Mist is a longing
that cannot be captured;
Neither can it be stolen or hidden
Nor could it be hindered.
It is just a mystery
that is pain and joy in a bundle.
I'd like to hug it and let it linger
as mirth when i'm awake and
the words that in my sleep I mumble.
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