Foggy
written by: Any1mark
@any1mark66
The misty morning beckons
thin white haze blankets world
Trees become ghosts
Birds spirits, light changes
What I know fades
Senses play on questions
Distance is a mystery
Time and place dissolve
My day alters alluringly
Fascination over fear
Delicate image reimagined
My heart hopes it lasts
But foggy gives way
every time.
Mark, a traveler with a working problem. I spend my time writing poetry, flash fiction, and taking pictures of the world. I have time because I'm waiting for the Ckeveland Browns to win a Super Bowl.
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