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A study in greys, the lake and the trees,
She appeared in the haze, swirls of mist in the breeze,
A phantom, unreal, like a dream, a part of the scene.
She danced and entranced as, gliding gracefully,
She drew closer and closer with each sweep
Of her feet, until gradually she stopped
Within reach of his arms, outstretched to touch
This vision of beauty. But she wasn’t there –
Naught but the cold damp air.
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©Denise G Allen, 05 March 2013 16:14
Adeeyoyo's Blog 
05/03/2013 at 10:18 pm
Denise, the last time I heard a story like that, she chucked a big sword out of the lake (Mort d’Arthur)
John
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06/03/2013 at 6:19 am
Yes, John, I remember that one… beautiful.
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06/03/2013 at 3:14 am
Very nice.
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06/03/2013 at 6:20 am
Thank you so much for your visit and comment. Hope to see you again.
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06/03/2013 at 3:41 am
A likely story, adee, but I could almost see her too. 🙂
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06/03/2013 at 6:21 am
I’m glad, AD. I saw her as clear as a bell. 😀
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06/03/2013 at 5:38 am
oh…her not even being there…is she a dream or memory…either one stings just a bit…
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06/03/2013 at 6:23 am
She can be whatever you choose, Brian… 😉
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06/03/2013 at 8:41 am
Quite haunting, adee. Loved it.
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06/03/2013 at 11:34 am
Thank you, Hope. I’m so glad.
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06/03/2013 at 9:38 am
Mist erious and un fog gettable!
Seriously, a fascinating piece.
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06/03/2013 at 11:35 am
You’re so good at wordplay, Col! I’ve revised the ending three times so far and am doing it again…
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06/03/2013 at 1:34 pm
This is great, Denise. A ghost in the fog. Now that’s a story which could have lots of mysterious conclusions.
blessings ~ maxi
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06/03/2013 at 3:01 pm
Glad you liked it, Maxi. 🙂
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06/03/2013 at 5:36 pm
Nice, vivid – I could see her… and then, nothing
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06/03/2013 at 6:49 pm
Ah, but I changed the ending three timers, Ruth. I think/hope this is the best.
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