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MORNING MIST
A juicy kiss on
my sleepy cheek
as I go out to start the day.
Tears not my own
cloud my view of the mountains
raising their peaks up
from beds of white cotton clouds.
Birdsongs announce:
"A new day is dawning!"
But the mist lingers,
reluctant to give way to daylight,
Until
the Lord of the Day soars
above the mountain-tops,
And scatters the darkness,
its mysteries and fears.
Then the mists quickly melt,
But they'll be back again
in the wee hours between
tonight and tomorrow!
8/9/10 – mshr
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