Mists of Time

Tall trees 
jealously guard 
their turf 
allowing only 
a faint glimmer 
of sunlight 
to strike the floor

The air 
hangs heavy 
redolent with
the scents 
of the forest, like

the mist, 
perfumed
from feelings 
now evaporated, 
settles like dew 
on my lashes 
to ink 
the reminiscence 
of our time 
together

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