Fog Lifts
Fog Lifts
The damp fog either chills
Or embraces us tenderly
In the quietness of life
We know the difference
And some long for more
Then the sun starts to rise
Penetrating the grey wet day
Those of us chilled become warm
Those of us embraced catch on fire
Or embraces us tenderly
In the quietness of life
We know the difference
And some long for more
Then the sun starts to rise
Penetrating the grey wet day
Those of us chilled become warm
Those of us embraced catch on fire
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Unbelievably beautiful.
I am moved by this poem…it is so metaphorically aligned, I find myself.
How good is your hearing? Can you hear the squeals of delight coming all the way from Atlanta? :o)