I like fog and mist.
Its eerie shimmer opens
a world of mystery,
creatures you never knew.
Some fly in mountainous fog.
Others scuttle in the lowland mists.
Fog parts and I leave
the realm of mystery,
creatures I never knew.
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I know what you mean about the mystery of the fog. When driving my husband to work one morning he complained about the fog and I told him I loved the fog and had no problem driving in it. Doesn't it make you feel like it's wrapped you in it's blanket of mystery?
That's a really good poem. Please keep writing and post more!
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