Sunrise less blinding
Softened by this sfumato
Early morning fog
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Edges indistinct
Diaphanous demarcations
Between tree and sky
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Distant muted peep
Nightjar’s echoed offering
Breaks not the stillness
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Thinking too, clouded
By hazy interruptions
Misty dreaming guests
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Gentle caresses
Of humid morning breezes
Silken kimonos
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The only crispiness
Present on this Early morn:
Apple on my tongue
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The only sharpness
That incisive aroma:
Coffee in my cup
