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Misty Morning's Whisper

Her warm breath fogs the pane. She draws a mis-ty veil. Footsteps fade like lost ghosts. Her voice melts in the rain. Dreams ache inside her chest. Hope hums of might-have-been. Contest: SOME KIND OF MISTY Poetry Contest Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Date: July 5, 2025

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Date: 7/11/2025 12:15:00 PM
Love this. Congrats for your win
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Date: 7/11/2025 7:04:00 AM
Enjoyed this, Hira! Congrats!
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