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Oct 13
When the veil of mist hangs
Across the pastures and fields
The day is dawning gradually
Turning all things to color.

The sun swims in these pools
As a diver swimming slowly immerges
Out of the depths into sea-blue light
And begins to see clearly.

We feel the brief touch of cool mist
Before it can fully dissipate
Leaving us to immerge into our day
Warmed by the touch of the sun.

This new day breathed its first breath.
S R Mats
Written by
S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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     CarolineSD and Jeremy Betts
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