As each breath flies
across the land
of memories
and the darkness falls
weaving shadows
thin as spider webs
intricate
breaking up with
dew drop moonlight
closer we walk
towards
the tomorrow
that will never be
finding our footsteps
on the
mist of today
Dawn your poetry is so beautiful. I have loved reading them all this morning, my two favs are this one- the mist and old woman. You are so very talented, your words flow so seamlessly and touch my heart! x
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