Mist

It hangs over the mountain tops

It hangs over the valleys

Like fluffs of candy floss

It floats over the alleys

It engulfs the city lake

It covers the trees

Like a mysterious shroud

It hangs over the streets

It is there in the morning

It is there in the night

Mingling with the traffic smoke

It obscures the sight

Sometimes it enters the heart

And shows up in the eyes

When feelings flow freely

At the time of goodbyes.