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Battlefield Highway Morning Mist

Morning ray, ethereal mist, first-light prayer

Softly blanket the newly cut meadows;

Baby-pink whispers of daybreak shadow

Shear-lace cover exposed forms and despair;

haunted whispers echo secrets of holler affairs

below treetops and pinnacle plateaus

thistle-down break through, dancing to tempo

amethyst heads unveiled into thin air.

The wicked wind breaks across trace narrows

Swelling with gust and sigh, the seeds travel;

The struggle witnessed by eye of sparrow

Levitating cotton cross damp gravel;

Feeding the soul and strengthening the marrow

tangled tight but for slumber unravel.

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