morning mist
Svanevit by Svanevit
after an endless night of sleepless darkness,
the winter sun rose, late from the valley beyond,
and, through the mists, the warm fire turned
the indigo velvet to diffuse grey,
the still black silhouettes, indistinguishable,
like the nebulous, troubled dreams that
will not relinquish their truest meaning......
then, the bark, then birds awakening......
dawn, the harbinger of hopes and wishful expectation,
smiles across the bleak formlessness.
another day begins.....
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