Mists of Morning
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Earth was wet with dew,
Fog rolled over the hills,
Gentlest breeze blew,
And with it, the chills!
Morning of the mist,
That rolled in at dawn;
But what a strange twist-
Everything seemed gone!
Gray was that day.
Lost, the sun.
A walk by the bay,
To ponder some phenomenon.
Early morning mist,
That preceeded the blaze,
Could not resist,
But to vanish in haze!
Copyright © Evelyn Judy Buehler | Year Posted 2019
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