whispering your name into the fog,
the soft sound was carried gently by the rising mist,
while a cool august breeze caressed the echo
Whisper
whispering your name into the fog,
the soft sound was carried gently by the rising mist,
while a cool august breeze caressed the echo
spanishwoods 
Fantastic. One of your best poems I think.
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You are so kind. Thank you very much.
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Peace
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Some great verse, matching the photo well.
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Thank you.
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Beautiful–photo and words!
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