Mist: A Poem


The morning sky greets me,

As I wander around in the hazy maze,

The light streams through the lowered clouds,

Awakening me with joy,

As I meander through the crowded grove,

Something new is whispering to me,

Like a hand on my shoulder,

Guiding me to my future,

As we explore the beauty of nature together.

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Jodah 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

You captured a pleasant and peaceful scene in this poem.

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Ebower 2 years ago from Georgia Author

Jodah: Thank you!

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