#19 - Mystical Night
The mist drifts over the weathered bridge,
as the blue light enchants the silent wanderers,
who hear the blessings of their saviors,
yet never utter a word.
The water flows unabated,
reflected on the sky’s mirrored faces,
and follows the stars scattered across the universe.
The mist drifts over the weathered bridge,
as I stand halfway to the other side.
Water drips down my face and falls silently to the ground.
No blessings are heard, no light is seen.
Stars dance across the ballroom,
smiling mysteriously down at me.
I hear the voices of my future,
whispering through the mist.
hug.
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