Wandering up the hills,
Meandering through the dales,
Wafting through the leaves,
Whispering up the vale
A creeping, sneaking, crawling
Mass of frozen smoke
Drifting through the windows,
Lifting o'er the moat
Creeping along the roadside,
Rumbling along the sea,
Crossing waves and oceans,
To where my heart should be
Darkening, deepening, thickening,
Then slowly creeping away
As sunlight breaks through the mist
This morning cloud of gray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Makes me feel I'm standing out in the fog...love it....