Fog
Fog is mysterious, wet and dark.
Fog blurs your view and makes you unsure of what's coming next.
Fog creates wishes of people from beyond coming back.
Fog feels wet against your face so that you can't tell whether you're crying or just moving forwards.
Fog chills you to the bone.
Fog holds your secrets with care.
By Lucy Grainger
thats tragic. reading your poem though its seems like the fog could almost be your inner person, that hidden wealth of experience and emotion that can be so strange to us. and maybe that way he is telling you hes still there by being an essential part of your inner self. stirring poem -M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed the last two lines, would give it a 10, thank you for sharing,