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| painting by Claude Monet Early morning mist Melts above the water The light, just beginning to enter Between the cracks of trees Entrenches upon the lake Just as the light enters the mind Slowly, at first, it seeps Through the cracks of despair From the black, midnight hue To form a milky, purple color At last, the morning rises Copyright (c) 2013 Suzannah Wolf Walker all rights reserved |
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Morning Mist - a poem
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