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Autumnal fog

Poetry By: Giorgio
Poetry



My old friends came to the bog;
like drops of this rain's dew;

A small spiritual - a bit abstract poem.


Submitted:Jul 22, 2012    Reads: 10    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Autumnal fog

The young cloud is on the field;
running along roiling winds;
a slow drizzle falls to wield,
my thyme, sages and mints;

The young field calls his loves;
counting dawn's wild flow'rs,
north wind, trails two doves;
that fly to reach away stars;

My old friends came to the bog;
like drops of this rain's dew;
and they found Autumnal fog;
that spread for me and just a few.

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Poemhunter S. N. 32071317





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