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Fog
A walk in the dark; feels immense, never ending
Those days when the wind whispers lullabies gently
Engulfed in his thoughts, trees carry him off
The wood guides him to an obscure place in the fog
Surreal yet ominous; what it feels to linger here
Best not hamper the placidness, or be caught unaware
He winds upon a majestic tree and stops to stare
Realizing in awe how grand it really must be out there
