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A Poem by MJOT

The grey light over old Cornwall Park

Reveals a mist playing in the dark

Between the figs and cradled blossoms

Where it caresses and kisses those trees so handsome

And out amongst the low stone walls

It does seep softly into homes and halls

Upon the cabinets, tea cups and panes

The morning light is at it again

© 2016 MJOT


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Added on December 26, 2016
Last Updated on December 26, 2016
Tags: nature, trees, parks, houses, homes

Author

MJOT
MJOT

Australia



About
I am an amateur artist and writer. I am influenced by Monet, Joseph Clement Coll, and Cyril Scott more..

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