Misty Meadows

Under the trees made of supple wood,

When it is neither day nor night,

I will wait for you at the misty meadow

The misty meadow drained of light.

 

As I wait, I sit and observe,

Pretending that you are there..

Saturated in the golden hue

Breathing the misty meadow air.

 

The Fog Series: 2 of 7

 

 

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