Morning Mist Poem by David Harris

Morning Mist



In the shroud of morning mist
that herald a new day
dark monsters scurry back and forth,
as they hurry on their way.

Their roars are swallowed up
as silence consumes all
in the shroud of the morning mist
that heralds a new day.


29 September 2010

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David Harris

David Harris

Bradfield, England
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