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Misty You

By John I. Blair

I dream
Of shining houses,
Shape-changing rooms,
Dauntless heroes, daring deeds.

I dream
Of toiling miles
Down tedious streets
Through dreary places.

And everywhere
You, misty you,
Also are contained
In my dreams.

Youíve been gone
For years;
Yet your face remains,
Lingering in my brain.

Iíll never touch again
The object of my dreaming,
But thanks to misty you
The fact no longer pains.

©2019 John I. Blair, 6/15/2019≠

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