Written 22 April 2026 for Six and Seven Poetry Contest of Nette Onclaud
Words Count: 42
A gentle fog silently started to form, Pervading her eyes with a quiet storm And a hazy veil shrouded her deep, Secrets her quiet heart learnt to keep, The world outside turned soft and blurred, Lost in sadness, she spoke no word.
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