The ever-present brume is heavy.
The Maid hovers momentarily on the perimeter,
Then plunges into the Mist
Unafraid.
Day: September 5, 2014
Daily Prompt: Moved to Tears
Tears fall, summer rain.
Derisive comments linger.
Outside – roses bloom.
The ever-present brume is heavy.
The Maid hovers momentarily on the perimeter,
Then plunges into the Mist
Unafraid.
Tears fall, summer rain.
Derisive comments linger.
Outside – roses bloom.
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