#WhispersOfTheWind

The October mist sprawls the air
like the angel’s wing awaiting christmas to fall
the october mist lurks implicitly yet you can see it clear as ever
it’s not tangible
but it always lets you know it’s there
the October mist thrives in the aisles where the poor cry and the rich flee
it sings a song for the blatant puddles on the cold hard concrete
when its raindrop friends had visited the...