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Morning Mists
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Morning Mists
Morning mist caresses the water.
Haunting cry of the loon.
The warm arms holding me tightly.
Unfortunately are just my own.
A mind that travels the distance
searching across many miles.
Wishing it could reach to touch yours,
and envision one of your smiles.
To hear your laugh so delightful
and imagine your touch so sublime.
These are the thoughts I think of
when morning mists drift thru my mind.
Hey Kat:
An impassioned and quite evocative poem you have painted here- a picture of great longing! Mists and loon cries are fleeting and haunting moments and the desire to have one close- with his arms around you fits very well with this intense poem of the need for intimacy. Great Job!
pretty picture and great write