An autumn mist
blanketing
my world,
my world of small blocks,
my world,
where I hear the sound of mist falling around me.
Walking on this quiet day
with only the sound of the mist in
my world,
Pixie and I walking, we hear the mist fall,
my world,
alone,
near heaven
on a quiet day
walking
in the rain.
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