It Happened On a Misty Morning
Wettened by the morning's dew
Closely spaced where rows of roses grew
Footprints stained the cobblestone
Where my love and I had walked, alone
The world was shrouded in the mist,
and once again the lovers kissed,
but when the fog dispersed, the slaves
retreated to their dusty graves...
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2023
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