I See Through My Little Window The Foggy Morning Poem by nimal dunuhinga

I looked at the Virgin mountain range,
Lonely skyscrapers visible yesterday
But I couldn't see none of them today
As all covered by the thick fog.
Oh! This painful wake up in the morning,
Last night I dreamed Alexander the great, his father, Ptolemy and Hephaistion
We were discussing how we conquer the World again?
Dear fog, I shall be much grateful to you,
If you could cover my complicated past and the dreamy future likewise
As I want today only.