This fog is
I know it's early
So I apologize
It's hard to hold back
Eyes so pearly
In the sunrise
The dawn begins to crack
This fog is
I seek you in the fog
My sight adjusts to the mist
The streets glisten,
Slow footsteps to a jog
I hear the charms on your wrist
It fades, I stop to listen
This fog is
Breathing is a struggle
Until I take in your scent
You show yourself
I see you
Relief is subtle
Brief, yet time well spent
My love is placed back on your shelf
This fog is
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Art Creeps
Acceptor of failure, change and success. Lover of one woman and the future. A father of an intuitive young man. Writer, singer and I started a garden a month ago.
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