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Misting Existences

Chrish is a poetry writer who loves to paint, nature and dog lover, who write for herself and happy to share it with you.


Pacing ephemeral existences

Some hover just like

a mist and some

Shattered plunged in chaos

Those who flow like a

serene harmonious river

Indeed have lived lucky

Youth have taken lives for granted

Laughters, habits, those

Selfish Euphoria's

Abundance they assume
Will endure

How imbecile such mundane

Expectations assuming

They have left a bushel of life

Whilst their world is in chaos the

Sound of boisterous laughters of a miserable

Cynically abandoned, one by one
Have left

A bone cracking silence

Helplessly exhausting

Their youthful thoughts

When it's obviously perceive

Where reality of how fleeting

Their lives is
Life could be gone - too late

It feels like a dagger deeply

Plunged into one's heart


Age have known it's importance

Which you have told

life is just like a mist

Peacefully pacing

Be in that tranquil

Be reasonable and

Make it a good one

For when the sun shine
You will be forgotten.

How do you want to be remember?