The
bushes on an island
On
the water the misty cry
The
breezy wind taking its stroll
The
camouflage of misty white
Under
the gazebo of shade
The
pretty women and the man
Smiling
pretty on their moments
Of
a time they would remember
The
faces of joy
The
freedom to express
No
worry about the shadows
The
misty flow would shade them
The
misty shadow reaching over
Before
the light was out
The
shades of misty cover
Under
the gazebo the smiling faces glow
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