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Rising Mist

Oh, my whispered breath! ~~~~~

morning’s early dawn
tumbles into a cool autumn day
dawn’s first light roams
with fingers pulling at will
streams of silvery veils
up the mountain side
and above the lake
vapors rise
as if trying to stop the day
but then relinquishes to the
mighty morning mist

Oh my whispered breath! ~~~~~

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