By: Bailey B.
A misty morn,
A foggy dawn,
The perfect beginning
For a stroll to the pond.
A splash, a ripple.
The silence breaks.
Deer come to drink
In this hazy morning place.
The sun starts to climb
Into the soft pink sky.
So I bid my farewells,
And say my good-byes.
A misty morn,
A foggy dawn,
The perfect ending
For a stroll to the pond.
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