Morning Fog - Poem by Psaltydog's Thoughts
Weaving through the forest on a misty trail
Surrounding me like a graven veil
Hiding me within a damp cloak
That none should see me fail
Adrift, shadowed neath dark clouds
Lights dimmed within a murky shroud
All is wet on this slippery slope
Where joy is not aloud
Hanging low in an ominous sky
Air is still, but for a raven's cry
Impending storm, dampening all hope
I cry and question; why?
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