Gauzy floating mist,
shifting, shimmering.
She floats,
she hovers, she glides,
flitting in and out of hazy focus.
Hurry!
Catch her, find her!
The sun rises soon,
the mists burn off,
and she will be gone
faded into nothingness.
For 'tis in the early morning
near-darkness, near-lightness
that she exists,
that she survives.
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