A light straw in the Haze.

Lost my thoughts.. Was going to spill the beans on how the kettle became black.

At the sign, came to the last stop, dead waste and more to a demurgic state, following the footsteps of those who went beforehand.

Just a few miles, the sound of the siren, streets of traders and the noisy bystanders, all heading to the last pit stop.

What a trouvaille! With a merry heart and a warm smile, pictured in a haze, with golden lattern, pointing to the sky. 

Lost my thoughts again..I was going to tell you more about how the dark valley turned to gloom.

Then I saw the loner heading toward the narrow lane with his ashy fingers pointing toward the sky.