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Mist
Mist, soft, fleeting, Mist
Creeping in to cover,
Creeping in to hide.
Softly Mist takes over,
It turns all into a dream.
Will we ever wake up?
Softly tendrils reach out,
to tickle the cheek,
and tell us hello.
Can you hear them laugh?
Eerie, but, comforting at the same time. I love a good mist.
Nice rhythm, too.
Amy
Gentle is the night♥