
05-18-2007, 05:11 PM
The Fog
Her silver hair
Twines round
Ancient trees
Her wispy dress
Spread ‘cross
Her delicate form
Her chilled fingers
Wrap the long forsaken moor
Cradling it
Like a child cradles a
Favorite teddy bear
The river bank her pillow
The clouds her silken cover
She sleeps
The fog sleeps
All comments and constructive criticism are welcome.
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