Crossing Paths

October 12, 2011
By wordsiwrite BRONZE, Greentown, Pennsylvania
wordsiwrite BRONZE, Greentown, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
Do what you love and love what you do.

A gray sheet of fog rolls down the hill.
It has no path, a gypsy of chance.
Wandering through skinny boned trees,
Skimming and rolling on scarred knees.

Gray sheets of velvet curl around me
Whispering a song of sweet mystery.
I look around and feel a cold chill.
The gypsy is traveling by free will.

Rain is coming, I can tell.
A gypsy does not travel alone.
The hairs on my arms stand to greet
Raindrops too cold to be discrete.

But then it's too cold to stand and muse.
It's exhausting to fight the shivering.
So I turn in the fog and wander away-
The gypsy sings and the voice soon decays.

The author's comments:
This was written for a creative writing class. After staring at my computer screen for two hours, I looked outside and noticed the fog and muggy, wet weather. And viola!

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