Fog
Der Nebel haengt in der Luft
It hangs in the air
like a wet blanket
muting the mystery
as if you could
clouding the reality
with vague images
your eyes strain to
make sense of the terrain
as you navigate your way
to fetch this mornings
mail.
Copyright © Uwe Stroh | Year Posted 2016
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