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The Fog (poem)
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. |
really good, simple though elegant.
Great job. |
Thanks. I really value any comments I get.
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