Autumn Fog
There is something about an autumn’s fog
Specifically in the morning sun
It’s like a scene in a fantasy book
Enchanting, wispy, ethereal, magic
Forests - as if behemoths slumber within
Winds carry the whispers of elves hidden
Beneath the boughs the dryads dance delight
A dragon’s roar - bringing terror and fright
I wish to live in such a world sometimes
A world where sorcery is not fiction
But I’d imagine it would be mundane
so a whimsy is what it will remain
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