English poetry, Mindful

The Coming


A mist has formed,

Blurring all in form,

Howling light winds,

Coming to send,

Dew drops waiting,

To get their shading,

A slow breeze pours,

To seek its devours,

N take them to fantasy,

With much delicacy!

 

 

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