Fog

brouillard1

the evening was shrouding  landmarks with fog, the eyes  were going from one staggered point to another, no way to escape the strange noises of the mind and to stop the fog to let ideas and histories out : that of the bablers and that of the revelers standing slightly bent very close to the bar.

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2 thoughts on “Fog”

  1. New to the world of blogging I’m slowly discovering beautiful homes that offer much and leave a mark sometimes with little words as some of your poems. I’ve enjoyed an evening reading through your work. Many Thanks!

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