Fog Poem by uder pressure

Fog



The sky is falling
capturing unspoken secrets
of the day,
the week,
the month

The sky is falling
smothering the lives
of the flowers,
the people
the city

The sky is falling
hiding the beauty of the grass
the mountains
the sky

The sky is falling
hushing the noise
of the animals
the people
the city

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