MORNING FOG
Morning fog is a secret spell of nature
Drives away a restless mood from the mind.
And at once the songs that birds of spring are singing
Makes this noises rare and one of a kind.
The fog flies above the sky so transparent,
Above the restful houses and trees.
Tears of young rain are falling down,
Like coins dropping, and making real all of our beliefs.
Morning foggy shadows are moving
To the coast of breathing softly earth
And the gloomy light is slightly looking
Giving the rushing day its gentle birth.
Maybe the fog is a guest in rainbow colors,
Or is he just secretly trying to resist
The party of the loving summer
While only showing how marvelous it is for him to exist.
© Copyright: Julia Bruslavskaia, 2024
Morning Fog
© Copyright: Юлия Бруславская, 2024
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