Caveat: Poem #2880 “A Sunday stroll”

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The sky was gray, the mist hung low.
 I walked the road and saw the trees.
Some rocks recalled the winter's snow.

The sky was gray, the mist hung low.
 The water, distant, seemed to glow.
The bits of light, waves touched by breeze.

The sky was gray, the mist hung low.
 I walked the road and saw the trees.

– a triolet.

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