Old Friends

There’s a fog on the field today,
As if the night
Has brought a cold fire
Leaving a smoky mist.
The dawn comes
And every leaf shines,
Infused with starlight
Twinkling in the morning sun.
Today is new,
But it feels like a warm embrace
From an old friend.
Just as the sun
Clears away the unknown
And the darkness,
Time will tell
If this old friend
Is someone I still know.

Published by: cynicalwordsmith

I am, by no means, a professional writer. I have no dreams of becoming such. I just enjoy writing in my very sparse free time, both poetry and short stories. If you enjoy any of my works in particular, feel free to tell me. I always enjoy the feedback.

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