fog so thick to see through
lights reflect come back to you
it's like white wall too high
it could easily covers belfry
i should have my yellow light
have to stop, wait til subside
when sun pierce fresh clouds
i see hope that would be soon
but wind brings thicker ones
i have to stay watching vanish
swirl around trees, over lakes
droplets cling to grass leaves
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