Fog
Spreading
a white blanket
slowly covering
the faraway hills
in a misty fog
Rolling over
the horizon's bumps
Nature
putting the world
to sleep
Tucking cities
into bed
whispering goodnight
as the sun
sinks behind her
As the flowing clouds
tumble slowly
over the slopes
The world is asleep.
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