Morning

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The early mist of morning
Hangs suspended in the air,
Weaves among the trees ~
A veil of secrecy ~
And life begins to stir.

A sweet and gentle breeze
Ripples through the leaves
And the heavens blush
Palest pink, seeping, deepening
Into a bloodied sky.

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©Denise G Allen, 03 December 2013 04:06