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Mist
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Weather
The silent settled, morning mist:
In for the day.
Tendrils of whispy white, reaching out;
To cling to passing people, making their way.
The Sun and wind rose, diminishing the mist:
Clearing the vecinity and vision.
Tendrils of floating mist raised aloft;
To fill the firmanent; was its mission.
Remnants remaining of the obscure fingers of mist:
Thinned and parted, so I could see.
Trailing behind in the heavenly ascent:
Was a vision of clarity.
How the Sun blazed and dazed!:
It's heat coursed through you.
Climbing on it's arc, across the blue sky it craved:
With sailing silky mist; up high, arose the vapourized dew.
