Poetry
The Mist
The mist is all around me
Not that it came to me,
Not that it loves me,
I just went into it,
But now I fear that I will disappear
I will disappear from her sight
And slowly fade away from her heart
and I see her watching me from far away
Now that I am trapped in the mist
I can't get out, it gets more dark
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By Indra Prasad Paneru · Indra Paneru
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