Yesterday's Morning
Have you ever seen the mist roll past,
and have you ever smelled the hilltop breeze
that washes over you in dawn's peace,
with morning thoughts that shine like bright brass
shining light polished by last day's eve?
If you find yourself wand'ring silent
in the lost morn of pond'rous mist,
saying goodbye to yesterday's kiss,
then you will know in quiet content:
the past day's morning, you will not miss.
This poem is about:
Our world
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