Thursday, January 27, 2005

Morning Fog

Hilltops rising
From the clinging
Mists of morning
Greet the viewer
Of dawn's rising
Spreads like lightning
Golden tidings
Of a day newer
Than the last one
It has begun
To slowly sink in
That today will
Be the best one
And the most fun
Only don't run
It's up to you.

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