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A Misty Morning
the mist shrouds the trees and gives the lake a mystical view gazing across the water you can just see the shape of a loon it gives out its haunting cry as a buck and doe creep out to drink there is so much serenity on the lake on a misty morning thru silence one can soak in the sights that takes the breath away the beauty is beyond imagination even a painters brush cant capture as the sun begins to rise the mist begins to fade clearness returns there is so much serenity on the lake on a misty morning you stand there for a minute trying to remember the sight you saw nothing can take its place the mist only shows in early fall before snow the inspirations drawn from it somehow stays within the mind there is so much serenity on the lake on a misty morning every year it draws you back like a magnet just to see the misty lake when temperatures drop during the night and warms slowly in the morning this is the dream one has all year long waiting for the reality to occur there is so much serenity on the lake on a misty morning Vote for this poem
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