Monday, January 13, 2014

Fog

Fog stifles discussion
Erases dreams
Gently embalms senses
Fog has a smokey recipe
Descending like ash soup
As deep and dense as vague enmity
As blank and elegant as a bored ballroom dancer
Fog at night is a film waiting to be shot
A threat hidden in rabid nightmares
The sky offering its choking caress
Fog suffocates everything but wonder



 

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