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Fiery wisps of impish mist
Cross the early morning vale
Throwing fist at dawn’s first light
Holding tight as night’s last veil
Loitering through reeds and trees
Lingering in dark recess
Longing to be longer there
Lounging, laying, night’s long tress
Sun ascending warms the air
Mist recedes, resents assail
Night’s reminder, growing thin
Accedes and breathes its last exhale
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Wonderful music…..Wonderful images…
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Thank you Cynthia! Music to my ears! 🙂
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Gorgeous images through words. Kudos Rob!
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Thank you Kim! 🙂
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