Misty Morning
 
In the misty morning
before the sun begins to rise
the world seems at peace with itself
right before our eyes.
No raised voices
to spoil our waking day,
just a sheltered silence
and the world seems
a million miles away.
In the misty morning
before the sun begins to rise.

27 March 2009

By David Harris

© 2009 David Harris (All rights reserved)

 

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