Fog covered,
What a deep back you,
How much small shadow is ours,
Wherever someone waving in the fog
The shadow is visible every time,
It brings the same fluid to the lips
Electrical burning line,
The gorge is pulled to the chest,
Then more thirst craves,
Dithering again,
Sticks to find a fog in the fog
Irresisation forgets us,
How deep this blurred and your back is yours
Then we fill oak,
The circle of the wave spreads to disappear,
In the same way, our era were shocked by our moment
The fingers that covers the vapor,
But one day it will open
The floor of the rhinestone,
We have made hope for hope
But not, is this finger good
In which meditation is your compassion,
Does day yams keep distributing?
Ever peeping shadow
Compassionate!
This seed-mantra this,
this is the magnitude of the depth
This is our greetings
Great poem about fog there @vikbuddy, thanks for sharing and stay awesome.
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