Written by Emily Harstone | May 11, 2017
What isn’t known is always feared.
He called the fog. It answered.
Alone but, now free at last.
Then the angel began to dance.
Life’s full of smoke and Mirrors!
Like languid fog, in transition.
Steam shower, it’s fog on ice!
Those that fall, will eventually rise.
Iglesias De RestauraciĆ³n Area Tri-Estatal ELIM
He neither saw them nor cared…
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What isn’t known is always feared.
He called the fog. It answered.
Alone but, now free at last.
Then the angel began to dance.
Life’s full of smoke and Mirrors!
Like languid fog, in transition.
Steam shower, it’s fog on ice!
Those that fall, will eventually rise.
Iglesias De RestauraciĆ³n Area Tri-Estatal ELIM
He neither saw them nor cared…