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The Fog

written by: Robin McNamara



The morning fog,
Over the unseen hills
Wrapped in grey,
I inside a submerged
Comfort no noise
From inside my head.

The fog is moving,
Swirling around me
It kisses my face and
Blankets my fears,
I’m a soul in solitude.
You chill my bones,
With your grey fog blanket.

Robin McNamara

Robin McNamara

Living in Waterford City, formerly lived in Copenhagen. Former journalist with Insight Magazine, Dublin. Likes dogs, football, coffee. Enjoys observing and watching nature change for inspiration in writing.
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