A Foggy Morning – Poetry

It lay stretching,
For miles ahead,
No end in sight,
It just lay.

A weary traveler,
That I am,
Found no solace,
In the lonely journey.

The window turned foggy too,
Looking out,
Now a tad difficult.

Sitting right by it,
Tracing imaginary lines,
Looking out at the rising sun.

A fairy,
Passing by in the distance,
Of delight and happiness,
Only ever known.

An understanding,
With the timing known,
The passing,
A wonderful feeling in the heart.

Tracing the lines still,
A world of happiness in the dream,
One that will,
Never come to be.

Photo by Matt on Unsplash


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