the morning came
with a grey mist
a morning dove’s
soulful rendition
to its absent love
echoed through
the misty sky
in a chilling
manner
they struggled
to drive away
the chilly mist
of this Autumn
day
as freckles
fell from the
Heaven’s
one by one
to the sound
of the
morning mist
drop by drop
falling from
leaf to leaf
a freckle
seeking
freedom
casting it’s
soul to the
Heaven’s
from the
dust of
Star’s
we came
and on to
the Star’s
we shall
return
October 6, 2013
#autumn
#morningmist
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