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cold, flowers, free verse, mist, Misty Nights, night, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, rain, warmth
Misty night shivers
As the cold splashes its face
With tiny droplets
Flying across the air
Never falling, only covering
Nourishing
The unborn petals
Awaiting the warmth of day
©2015 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
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Thank you for reblogging
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So often it’s what we fail to see that has the Greatest effect upon our life. Perfect Expression of this, Dorinda 🙂
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Thank you so much, Morgan. I wrote this after the very misty night we had recently. I watched as the water just drifted sideways, gently touching as it went. It wasn’t until I was out there for a bit that I realized I was cold. 🙂
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