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Misty Moments

Misty Moments


This is not your day, oh Father Sun, so hide your eyes.

Today the winds sing their songs,

The trees brush slow to the rhythmic beat,

And the Earth pulls the clouds to her breast to dance,

A lacy dance . . . each mountain takes its turn.

An eternal ritual, that lasts but misty moments.


Size: 19x25
Status: Retired
Retired Editions

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Sizes:    19 x 26