Daze
The green mists enveloping
The lanes that move ahead.
the dusky, musky smell
Of the leaves that are dead.
Everything covered, blurred,
By the thoughts, unheard.
The shadows, grey, rising,
To the sky that was blue once.
The smoky, foggy touch
Of the breeze doing a dance.
Everything darkened, dampened,
By the sound, once a friend.
The sights, though dear, is now unclear
Till the mists and the shadows disappear.
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