Mist

The Bronze Spear: Chapter Five

Fiction by Bernadette | 9/16/2008

Chapter Five

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On a Misty Morning

A poem by Bernadette | 2/19/2008

The trees shine like stars on the hill
On a misty morning
A faint call of horses flow through the wind
The sun rises over the hills
Stars fade and moon sets
On a misty morning

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