7/5/2025 for SOME KIND OF MISTY Poetry Contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
By calm childhood's brook, shafts of brash, slanting light shone through a dewy mist. From a stone, there I spied, descending from a thread, dawn's angel from the dark.
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