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Mist Through The Street (poem)

Updated on November 8, 2013

The mist which drifted softly through the street

Felt strangely warm with echoes of the past

Those special heartbeats which were meant to last

A breath of life still waiting to complete


And as it took the edge of world away

Within it was the essence of a song

A soul I knew was called to join along

I thought I knew the meaning of the day


Then once again I’m taken to a door

Where dreams unshaken wait to come alive

And bells of glory once more will revive

Those feelings so much grander than before


Then I awoke to morning just to find

Again she left a tearful me behind


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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Emotionally heartfelt

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Very profound ... both sad and beautiful as to reality of love and life.

      I see am I going to have to catch up on all of your wonderful poetry.

      Up and more and sharing

      Hugs, Faith Reaper

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      Linda Crampton 4 years ago from British Columbia, Canada

      As others have said, this poem is both sad and beautiful at the same time. Thank you very much for sharing it, Martin.

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      Victor W. Kwok 4 years ago from Hawaii

      Really sad and beautiful!

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      Mary Craig 4 years ago from New York

      How often we wake to find it was just a dream. Beautiful Martin.

      Voted up, awesome and beautiful.

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      DJ Anderson 4 years ago

      Amazing poetry written by the tears of a grieving heart.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      The difference between our dreams and the stark reality of the world we awaken to. So nicely done, Martin.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Sadly beautiful Martin! Well done.

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      Lion Child 4 years ago

      The emotion in this poem is very familiar to me. It's almost chilling, beautiful work.

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      Shauna L Bowling 4 years ago from Central Florida

      I remember that pain and wishing it was a dream. But time heals all wounds, even those of the heart.

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      Devika Primić 4 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      Mist Through The Street so interestingly thought of any you always share such awesome poems with great emotions.

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      Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      A nice rendering Martin: a tinge of sadness, of memories and realities with which we all must live. Great poem my friend.