Mist Poem by Maya Hanson

Mist



The truth stands on end
in this clouded valley at dawn

Our steps echo on the winding path
Search our way into the mist and sun

The voice of the marshes
shudders, we move as one

And as the world awakens to our footprints
We whisper how far we've come

Friday, August 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: misty
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