To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due. - Neil Gaiman
Where dreams may take you fathoms deep within the soul of the forest. Mists close in around your feathered visions, floating phantoms of days gone by, and days to come, their twirling tendrils tempting your thoughts blossom with the unbound less love and passion you hide within..... - Virginia Alison
Mists may blur vision, Doubts to lies are heavy mists, Truth clears for all ways." ~ , Haikuan excerpt from If I Could Tell You - Angelica Hopes
Truthful hearts have clear blue skies permanently hidden and bound to thrive from the accusing mists of doubts and lies." ~ ~ an excerpt from If I Could Tell You - Angelica Hopes