The Poem Girl
"Poetry is like a nice big quilt, with words and pictures, pieced together."
Monday, February 10, 2014
The Fog
A thick, blinding, fog.
The air full of rain and sog.
Like a closed door,
Over the misty moor.
After the fog passes over,
The clouds part.
With the sun shining thro'.
Like a door opening.
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February 10, 2014 at 10:07 PM
Profound! :)
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Profound! :)
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