Mist
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Surrealism
At work
Inspiring myriad
Artists with their shades;
Misty morn,
Vapours descending
Everywhere,
Punctuated by
Droplets on
Leaves,
Satiny collections
Of a divine provision
From above for
Those lost souls
Who yearn for
Things simple
Such as this
To crown
Their poetic heart
With a song
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