CHILD OF THE FOG
The fog of San Francisco is like a child you hold dear.
It brought you many smiles and ofttimes a lonely tear.
When you don't see it anymore, comlete sunlight you abhor.
Fog is so much like your warm lover's sweetest kiss.
And when gone, oh, how my, how sorely it is missed.
Once baptized by the fog, you belong to it forever.
Nothing can replace it~ no, not now, not ever!
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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