Dense Fog
Dense Fog
By Tom
1-1-2020
Day and year is turning,
Even my face is burning,
Nothing past is returning,
So my thoughts are churning,
Either way it’s concerning
For peace now I’m yearning,
Others today are spurning,
God is all discerning.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2020
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