The Mist

In the morn, without a dawn,
To the mist my soul has gone,
When Earth is bathed in whitest mist,
My heart is full of sweetest bliss. 

When one does step to world outside,

It seems a place for those who die,

Like souls of those who've left the world,

Around the sleeping world are curled. 

Lights in a blur try to shine, 

They glow through this mist divine,

Mysteriously they show the way

On a purely sunless day.

Tendrils wrap all 'round the mind,

They seem to stand all tests of time,

But all too soon they must decay,

To make time for rays of day. 

Now, give me thine thoughts! Don't be too harsh though....:)

Wow... that's really good. 

I love your use of rhyming and adjectives.

*applause*

Keep up the awesome work, poet!

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I've never been too fond of rhyming poems since I'm a free-verse sort of person really xD

But this is pretty nice c: S'pecially the last stanza.