OUT OF THE SWIRLING MIST…!

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Dreary day coming to a close,

Covered with drizzly mist…

He felt the sensation of eider down

And next of being kissed!

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Someone just beyond his reach’

Yet was holding  him close…

He could feel a shapely form

Could be a ghost?

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He was not frightened

Of this hidden love…

He desired then to see

Whose hand was in the glove.

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When he tried to catch her form

The specter faded away…

Perhaps if he hadn’t wished to see

They’d be together this very day!

–Jonathan Caswell