At first thick, grey, cloying
Sounds muffled, vision obscured
But gently, ever so gently
As the sun warms the land
Wisps evaporate
And all becomes clearer.
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
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Live in Cornwall and love music and spiritual matters. Am attempting to develop creative abilities through writing.
A good description of the mist Liz.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rose - it comes from numerous occasions when I've observed the phenomemon!
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