Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The Mist

Soft, the morning mist
All of nature has been kissed
Effervescent joy.

      The mist that drifts away at dawn, leaving but dew in the fields, shall rise and gather into a cloud and then fall down in rain. And not unlike the mist have I been.  In the stillness of the night I have walked in your streets, and my spirit has entered your houses,
And your heart-beats were in my heart, and your breath was upon my face, and I knew you all. 
Kahlil Gibran 
Misty Blue Dorothy Moore

 She wore a cloak of deep sorrow through her life, which increased her strange beauty and dignity, as a tree in blossom is more lovely when seen through the mist of dawn.
 Into The Mystic Van Morrison 

Early Morning Rain Elvis Presley 

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