Afternoon Fog Poem by Soulo Moon

Afternoon Fog

Rating: 5.0


Swallowing me, the fog from afternoon,
A trapped balloon was I, paralyzed.

Time run slowly, even the air felt heavy.
Bite marks deepened in my hand, like stick through the sea sand.


Then I knew, your name had been carved in.
Under every bit of my skin.

Thursday, November 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love,name,time
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 26 November 2015

Love engulf and permeates. Thanks, Soulo

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Shakil Ahmed 26 November 2015

nice poem thanks for sharing.

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Fabrizio Frosini 26 November 2015

sent you a msg; hope you can answer it Have a good day

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