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Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
With ash grey silence the moon enshrouds us,
Few stars are observed and clouds are a plus.
A fog’s mantle melts as first light appears,
And the Heavens spill off a sudden burst of tears.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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