The Fog
~
The fog this morn is very thick
with skies a soupy mess
So hard to see these country roads
my eyes under duress
No sun can break these clouded views
as I go on my way
Just searching for a hint of light
this chilly break of day
When suddenly across my mind
such visions do appear
To tell me deep within my heart
your smile is always near
Though mist may cover up this road
I’m soon to realize
That when I stop to think of you
there’s always a sunrise
~
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2019
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