Morning's Mist
L Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
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As dreams have turned to mist
Joy wakes the morning sky
In the wind the gentle kiss
Of summmer in your eyes
Love's touch has left me this
My thoughts to you afar
For night has claimed your kiss
Step soft upon the stars.
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