Tania Aravind of 11-E personifies an atmospheric element in her poem, "The Mist"...
But hurriedly paced back for she was my fear
It was amongst leaves
whispering
That I took in the image of
her fearful being
She glowered down at me and
I felt my knees
Violently shake like waves
crashing down on the still sea
Many a time I tried crossing
paths with her
But hurriedly paced back for she was my fear
Many a time I beat my fist
against my breast
For I kept failing my one
test
One day I steeled my nerves
And stood before my life's
curse
I intended to face her now
Stand straight and tall
until before me she'd bow
I glared into her fearful
face
And went right through her
while myself I did brace
Stopped in surprise when I
noted that she didn't resist
And then smiled for I
realized that she was the mist.
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