POEM - Fog
I think of fog as my soul
That hovers close to water,
The Source of all life –
Here, I think myself beautiful,
Suspended in the instant
Of a smile that is sunrise.
That hovers close to water,
The Source of all life –
Here, I think myself beautiful,
Suspended in the instant
Of a smile that is sunrise.
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