Mist


"In its wake, the mist, a sea of tranquility;
Its early gray aura grazes through the leaves
And covers the earth in its foggy veil;
It fights the walking sun with playful scorn
Softly, all living creatures come to life;
The hues on nature’s landscape unfold
Brush-stroked by a master’s hand.."

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  1. Fast Music slow trafficDecember 13, 2012 at 3:33 PM

    Short! but very nice poem...very beautiful

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  2. Easy (EZ) Editorial CalendarDecember 14, 2012 at 10:31 AM

    each lines are very nice...

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    Thanks & Regards
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  3. Saru SinghalDecember 16, 2012 at 11:41 PM

    That's such a remarkable way of describing Mist. Loved it.:)

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