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| Jessie Eastland [CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons |
Fog
Silent as sunrise
Clouds form and drift,
Blurring the lines
'Tween earth and sky.
Ephemeral mists
Haunt my dreams,
Promising romance,
And whispered secrets.
A fleeting kiss between
The commonplace and rare—
Here and gone again
Before most know it's there.
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