Fog

No this isn’t my micro fiction piece, just a little poem inspired by fog on a lake and my longing to be suspended in it.

FOG

It came over me when I fell asleep in your arms.

White vapor, softening reality
Until all was gone.

I feel your strength and know I’m safe drifting in the vapor.

Will this fade from me? Or will it blow away with the breeze?

Will the sun’s hot rays punch a hole in this serenity? Nothing lasts forever…

can it?

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