A Morning Fog Floats,
Quiet as a Silent Prayer,
Into the Tree Tops

A Fog That Softens
All Sight and Sound and Maybe
All We Think We Know

Snowflakes Drifting Down,
Gently as Forgiveness, to
Shroud Every Sharp Edge.

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