The mist I love - I need
The blue mist that rises
From the valleys of guilt
Drowsy in their guilty silence:
And in the mist, the blue mist
I feel it go around me like a snake
I feel it press yet it bites not
And hides me more within its folds
Till earth dwindles; there I
Am on Earth and yet imprisoned such
As out of this earth am I;
And in the sun
Of misty days in winter
I sing a Poet’s song alone.

Emmanuel George Cefai

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