In grey mist that came from dark sea;
She appeared by pure serendipity.
Golden locks cascading to shoulders bare;
goddess translucent; with alluring stare.
Stood transfixed trusting not my eyes seeing;
aberration of death transformed or being?
I watched her dance in moon's soft light;
wonderous lady;of misty night
As fog began to lift she ascended;
In her absence my soul did feel offended.
Was she dreamed or did misty fog deceive?
Heart tells me I saw her and believe.
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