Twilight
I keep looking in the night stars I long something from morning rays I go shouting at the afternoon winds And I stop at twilight's fall Deep and then deeper blue the sky I keep looking at her, loving, As time becomes sedate and pearl Somewhere an old piano plays, adorns the air with beautiful notes She's dainty, impassioned and embracing all at once, with unforgettable flair All I wish is to stop time, for more I live to the next day when twilight falls and the old piano plays, yet again...

Short! but very nice poem...very beautiful
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Malar
That's such a remarkable way of describing Mist. Loved it.:)
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