Written by Emily Harstone | January 26, 2017
Misty morning. Messy mind. Mindful mourning.
How did he get up there?
we said span crosswise not clockwise
A bridge so stringed, let loose.
Just as the flying saucer passed
Absorbing Natural highs she was exhilarated
“Farewell, Google Earth”. Then she fell.
Earth’s last trees will be mist
Suspended over a forests foggy mist!
Revelations in a misty paradise.
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Misty morning. Messy mind. Mindful mourning.
How did he get up there?
we said span crosswise not clockwise
A bridge so stringed, let loose.
Just as the flying saucer passed
Absorbing Natural highs she was exhilarated
“Farewell, Google Earth”. Then she fell.
Earth’s last trees will be mist
Suspended over a forests foggy mist!
Revelations in a misty paradise.