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Midnight fog lingers
Swirling mist alights upon
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Interconnected cloud of days
Days I dream
Until the fog drifts over the bay and
Sunbeams dry the morning dew and
Musical gulls soar through the blue
Consoled I am
By the Mourning Dove's coo
About the Creator
Pamela Williams
“Suppose I had wings like the dawning day and flew across the ocean. Even then your powerful arm would guide and protect me.”
— Psalm 139:9–10, Contemporary English Version (CEV)
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Comments (7)
I could see it all, I could see when the fog lingers I could see how the fog becomes interconnected clouds Then how it’s like a filter on our dreams I quite like these words together ‘musical gulls soar through the blue’ And that last line, consoled me when I remember the sound of the birds in the morning. It’s such a good reminder that if all is not good now, it will be better in the morning. What a beautiful poem Pamela 👏🏽🤗♥️ ‘’’Mourning’’’ dove. I caught that, what a great attention to detail 👌🏽
beautiful written
Brilliant and inspiring!!! Love it!!!❤️❤️💕
So beautiful! You have such a unique style of poetry. Love it!
Lovely and relaxing read👍🏼.
Really does feel misty and dreamy, well done 👍
Sunbeams dry the morning dew and Musical gulls soar through the blue Consoled I am By the Mourning Dove's coo Those lines are especially excellent! Love this!