Misty
Sunlight falling sweeping
trees, river ran, in perfect rhythm
cleaned river beds!
from behind the shade of a tree,
you emerged wrapped me
in your arms;
few leaves hung from nude limbs
swung in the wind like ear-
rings;
waterfall falling, force of storm,
steep decent;
April's showers,
vanished on breeze
like wisps
of early morning mists,
thoughts of you, from
behind the
trees
Shnatha Hulme
#mist
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