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Thursday, January 17, 2019

Tell Me





There is ever only a glimmer.

A shadowy mirage.
Reaching for it ~
useless.
Visions must be clear.
Detailed or I cannot chase them.
A shadowy wavering mirage
tells me nothing
so I ask the resiliency of mind and heart
to tell me of the vision in the mist.


“The mountain veiled in mist is not a hill; 
an oak tree in the rain is not a weeping willow.”
~ Khalil Gibran

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