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Thursday Poetry

Dawn

Grass heavy with the morning dew
Leave tale tell signs of her passing
Stirring the thick mists
Hanging just above the ground.

Early morning dawn breaks
Through the low hanging branches
Soft light across the meadow
Dew drops sparkling.

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November 21, 2013 - Posted by | Creative Writing, Poetry, short story | , , , , ,

4 Comments »

  1. Nice words – sounds like the world is waking up:)

    Comment by rubytheblacklabrador | November 22, 2013 | Reply

    • Doesn’t it though?

      Comment by susank456 | November 23, 2013 | Reply

  2. This is beautiful. Do keep wriitng poems. Apart from others’ appreciating them, it also soothes you

    Comment by nightlake | December 1, 2013 | Reply

    • Thank you so much. Poetry helps me get through my emotions without sounding like a psychopath.

      Comment by susank456 | December 1, 2013 | Reply


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