Black naked branches slither from the fog,
the only focus in the sea of silence.
I feel not frightened, but e-stranged.
Tag: fog
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The night is coming
The night invades us from the sea.
The fog steals in upon the shore.
It mutes all colours, merges shapes
until horizon disappears
and the enormity of space
envelops mind and muffles soul.
Please…
hold me.
