a misty dawn on the fens
hushed and once a golden breath is held
across the fen fields of a mist’s daybreak
and see that path there it’s the one i’ll take
for there is no one where the corners meld
save the moving of the mist bare perceived
the slow slowly straightening of the reed
as the dampness runs from the rising sun
the adventure of a day has thus begun
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