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the fog

fog
logs

widely
slowly

on the air
on the bier

touches cat feet
hugs ram soft fleece

the ship lively move
harbor greets as grove

whistle comes in dozy
fog smoke covers noisy

a cup of tea on port gate
barking in cold dog afraid

no snow but the sun feels winter
cubic fog send ray to vintner

paths produces a lot of paths to walk
but untouched all look like great in dark 

fog comes and rubs out my sight near and far
lose all to catch up in ghostly smoke bar



-January 21, 2019 Chattogram

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Date: 1/22/2019 11:09:00 AM
great little poem , very creative
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Date: 1/22/2019 5:19:00 AM
I know it is crazy, but after reading this poem and realizing how the "cup of tea" warms it up so rapidly, I am now running for a cup of tea, so thank you for this poem, my friend.
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Date: 1/21/2019 7:19:00 AM
I like your imagery, Mahtab.
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