The fog went down.
And I must go and must get,
I must not stay,
But I do not see the way.
I'm wandering in the fog,
But where am I going,
And where will I come this days
In this gray haze?
There were friends nearby
On a clear, sunny day,
And they knew how to make eyes glow.
But the misty haze dissolved their shadow.
Through the fog, I will pass,
I'll find the way.
The fog told me
About the cruel foul play.
Fog
© Copyright: Антониа Ирина Голь, 2017
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