Profound

What popped in my head one day.Have no clue why.

The shadows they are so
piercing.
The waves come crashing
down.
The fog rolls in,
and wipes out life.
The mist feels so
profound.
To touch the shadow,
to steal a glimpse.
To ride that mighty
wave.
To roll right thru the
fog,
thru life.
To know all the
answers.
All secrets of life.
To become mist.



By Pamela Stewart
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