Misty Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Misty



Misty

First ever to fall for
-the "Misty" was mountain
-in Peru, while researched
-history and wisdom
-prior to Incas

Liked and like the Huaris…
-to my taste and liking
-they were best…
-liberals with knowledge.

Today too I fell for
-the name ort "Misty"
-but as name on a road
-near where is "Sand-field"
-by "York-Mill"

Am busy with research
-once again via names
-paint them all on my mind

Among names that I like
-is "Brook" as "Haven"
- (In the farm of Henry!)

How blind we are to
-the past of our nature
-and changes, progress
-which in times prove to
-have been too dangerous…

One great frame is
-areas around the
-Mills of Don and
-of York…

There sit the
-Sand-Filed and
-Nomad and Rd. Misty…
-as well some Brooks
-one of them is "Haven"

Friday, November 3, 2017
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