I looked at the Virgin mountain range,
Lonely skyscrapers visible yesterday
But I couldn't see none of them today
As all covered by the thick fog.
Oh! This painful wake up in the morning,
Last night I dreamed Alexander the great, his father, Ptolemy and Hephaistion
We were discussing how we conquer the World again?
Dear fog, I shall be much grateful to you,
If you could cover my complicated past and the dreamy future likewise
As I want today only.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very touching. Fog is pure magic, but it cannot destroy the past or overcome the future. There is really only today and may that day be blessed for you. I love your title. Take care, Sandra