Fog


This soft blanket floods the surface
It's quiet
Like falling rain stopped mid-air
It means no harm
But i can't see my own two feet

This cloud circles me
I'm blind to my path, I travel slowly
Some people say it's poetic
I call it a nuisance
I call it destructive
I call it a beautiful obstacles

When the clouds become lonely in the sky
And the dissipate to the ground
And become part of our lives
They don't know what they cause
Its presence a lovely translucent
But it lurks at all the wrong times

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