Morning Mist

ย  A misty morning, a lover’s sigh. โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿ’•

Morning Mist
A veil of gossamer, soft and white,
Descends upon the world of night.
Morning mist, a lover’s sigh,
Swirls and dances, reaching high.
It creeps through trees, a ghostly hand,
Enveloping the sleeping land.
A whisper of romance, sweet and low,
As dew-kissed flowers slowly grow.
It paints the sky with hues of gold,
As sunbeams pierce, stories told.
A promise of a day so bright,
Filled with love and pure delight.

@mysterymachine11

A misty morning, a lover’s sigh. โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿ’•
A misty morning, a lover’s sigh. โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿ’•

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