Oct 2016
fog's thicket shroud
hangs over our village this morn*
fog's thicket shroud
it lingers like low lying cloud
where its density is heavily worn
without a transparency being born
*fog's thicket shroud
hangs over our village this morn*
fog's thicket shroud
it lingers like low lying cloud
where its density is heavily worn
without a transparency being born
*fog's thicket shroud
Written by
Elizabeth Squires
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