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Apr 2019
Morning fog travels,
from eyes to heart,
and breath to open mind.

It moves in its own way
floating gently, elegantly,
as if time stops,
for nature to reboot.

It drifts as birds echo
in distance,
to play inside the air
to ease in a day that is to begin for many.

Morning fog,
it makes one pause
and surrender to beauty
serenity and life.
It is very foggy this morning. It sparked this poem. It is a beautiful sight. I wish I could post a picture on this site.
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
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