Fog, by Kicon
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I wake up in the morn
To look and see just white
Nothing else is there
I whimper in fright
Where am I?
I can’t see the ground
All I see is white
White is all around
Everything is lost
All is gone, disappeared
I scream for help
But there is no one to hear
To my surprise
Mother appears
She holds me and says
‘It’s alright, I’m here’
‘Tis just the fog
Not perpetual white
It’s moisture in the air
Don’t yell in fright'
I soon grow calm
Back down I lay
Before I sleep, I think
White is okay
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Posted: 2007-10-23 02:01:17 UTC |
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2007-10-23 20:14:59 | Lydia |
i like it |