Burning Mist

A magical story.

How wonderful it is to think of everything we've had.

The wind and moon wields it's own misty snow a tad.

I don't know how the mist tells us the secrets that it holds.

But I do know that it shows us treasures left to unfold.

The mystery's are always the same with this treacherous plight.

Nothing ever is the same, like the waxen candle burning bright!

Now the glaze of fames licks the oceans grand tide,

it has been so long since this magic came to abide.

Yet who am I to undergo all these troubles that I've seen?

Is there a healer that can fix this encredulous dream?

Reviews

[charlotte talley]

cute little poem. I like it. keep it up. good write.I agree with chirinos about the ingredients short and to the point.

[Chirinos20]

once again, I say the same. I love small poems. They have all the ingredients to make me read them once and once again. How you word this poems is wonderful. >>>> I don't know how the mist tells us the secrets that it holds

[xXx]

mmm .. the words in this are Hard in texture, forced, hurried .. told on purpose for show and not reason. you can do better.