nine lives of fog

fog peered over the fence
shyly curling fingers around
cold tree knuckles, warming
their hands chilled by
the moon. all too soon
the fog vanished into
the ground, becoming
damp ghosts haunting roots
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© Brianna – Tiny Fawns Writings

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