<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399635" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The mist</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here in Springs the mist hangs in the mornings<br>almost like the Cape’s winter rain<br>that draws a grey cloak over almost every thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At sunrise the street lamps glow amber<br>and here and there a light is on in a house<br>and I hear a car, hooting goodbye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I walk on the grass<br>the water rises through my shoes<br>and leaves tracks along the driveway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flowers in colours of ruby red, <br>shades of pink to purple<br>and pure white are stringed in between the leaves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and as if every thing is fresh and new<br>water runs like drops of dew<br>down from the leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mist closes every thing off, <br>surrounds things, into an own world<br>where visibility is at times<br>just meters far.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still the missing<br>that I have of you<br>is something with a greater intensity, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">no sun early in the morning<br>burns away, <br>the being away that divides us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s nothing clearing up this missing<br>but to talk with you, <br>better still to have you here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399635" data-title="The mist de Gert Strydom" data-description="Here in Springs the mist hangs in the mornings almost like the Cape’s winter rain that draws a grey cloak over almost every thing. At sunrise the street lamps glow amber and here and there a light is on in a house and I hear a car, hooting good..."></div> </div> </div>

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