“I’d rather fake my own fog, than fake a steamy love scene. Can I interest you in some mist? It’s homemade.” ― Jarod Kintz, This is the best book I’ve ever written, and it still sucks

Those fast-moving thoughts are filling my brain

With the  enchanting thick mist of a purple rain.

Nothing else in mind,

No other place to hide,

Waiting for the rain, while writing a limerick in vain.

In reply to  Life and Mind Matters  Limerick Poetry Challenge.

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