There’s a fire in the mist Down in the green sleepy valley There’s a fire in the mist A cherry glow shrouded by grey Growing If it grows much more It will burn off the grey sleepy tendrils of morning And lay waste to the trees
Scott Bailey is a freelance writer, author and blogger. His works include the dystopian novel “Mankind Limited” and “A Spring of Dreams” collection of poetry. His blogging ranges across family articles, poetry and short stories and even the odd book or movie review.
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