Posts Tagged ‘17 syllables’
Solitude of fog.
Its wetness permeating my skin
now wrapped around me as a veil.
Solitude forming the disguise of comfort,
choking my every breath.
Muting the pigment, slowing the pace,
where mind controls span and reason.
Alone in woods where no other mortal can be found,
my solitude.
For my eyes only…
For my eyes only nature’s beauty given to interpretation.
