Today the fog returns,
As betimes it does—
Quietly settling in,
‘Fore one could know it was.
The streetlights glisten
Through the misty haze,
With emitted ambience
That readily amazes.
But soon the fog will lift
And silently creep away,
To mysteriously return
Again some other day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem