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Autumn Mist.

As I walk along our lane on an early autumn, morning,

And thick mist decends upon me, there is a feeling I can't explain.

There is a stillness everywhere,

As if the world is waiting for some mysterious thing,

And magic is in the air.

Suddenly, from out the mist a tiny bird appears,

Then just as quickly he is gone. And only I exist.

 

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©3 July 2013 - 1:00pm — sweetwater
30 August 2013 - 7:53pm — a.griffiths57
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Autumn Mist:

 

 

Mist is intruging, you can feel so claustrphobic with everywhere disappearing. Your poem is short but I got the vunrebility you felt all alone, even missing a bird's company.

 

 

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31 August 2013 - 9:09am — sweetwater
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Autumn mist.

Thank you for reading my poem, and taking the time to comment. I'm glad the essence of the work came across. :)