The Misty Fog
The fogg rolls over the lake,
As though it wer a gloomy heaven
Weeping at the loss of a soul.
Gray clouds fade into the horizon
Blocking the bright orange sky.
The once bluish-green water
Begins to blend with the clouds
As though it were a mysterious dream.
The small waves break upon the sand
In quiet peacfull harmony.
The still of the evening relaxes my thoughts
As I watch the sun slowly setting
And the waves lapping upon the shore.
I imagine myself doing the things of my dreams.
As I watch the last glow of the setting sun
My thoughts fade off into the distance.
When none can be seen but the stars,
And the flickering lights of a distant town
I slowly walk away from the mystical dream
And back to the distant glow of my home.
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