The Fog

by Morgan



Stillness Whispers All Around,



Incongruous Sound;

The Hush Speaking softly

Of Another place and Time;

Bending Perception

Through Inharmonious Rhyme.


The Fog Enwraps From Every Side,

Closing In,

Drawing Out

An Indiscernible Cry;

The Mist Breathing Blithely,

A Leviathan of Olde;

Enshrouding Inexorably

With Inescapable Cold.

Beautiful Photograph found at: Credit Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You!


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