: Mid Summer’s Morn

toast

Midst the mid-summer’s morn,

the sun wearily began its wake.

White – gray, misty, hues cover the

expanse above shrouding vision

of new found love.

Yesteryear’s miasma, t-day’s amaze.Lovers love regardless the haze.

In this hiding place, storms evade the refuge

of this escape.  Loves gate stays open,

in place; hope remains this way.

Those strong wiliest to carry on.

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