The hanging

fog between us still

Is enough

to disorient

The lurching

veneer that covers

Over the

meandering flow

Of water

that rolls atop well

Weathered stones

in the riverbed

Until at

once daylight burns through

vapor once gathered

To reveal

a vision of grace

Sitting there by

my side steadfast

The glow of

a new morning sun

Stretched across your

beautiful face

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