In the quiet
Morning light slow
Night surrendering
To what must come
She sits in solitude
Day by day
Nowhere to be
She feels the sliver
Of fog descend
Before the break
Of heat to chase
The moisture away
She knows this
As sure as
She knows tomorrow
Will come
Again and again
To find her still here
Waiting.
I liked that pic a lot ,easy to write to;)
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I enjoyed it so much I read it again even more slowly to better savor this lovely creation.
Russ
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Exquisite.
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Well deserved.
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No, thank you for taking time to comment:)
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A lovely poem written so well. Thank you.
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What beautiful words you have written about an equally beautiful photograph: a perfect blend for the senses. Thank you for finding my blog and taking the time to browse. I look forward to exploring yours.
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