Wet morning sky and grass,
I can feel the fog rolling along horizon
Hello strange figures far away,
tall as the hills and wearing the mist
Can't see your faces but I can tell you're friendly,
carry on your travels to other pleasant places
Goodbye hilltop friend,
disappear deep into the overcast planes,
I'll go back to bed, and remember your visit
- Author: Not ( Offline)
- Published: November 22nd, 2022 09:19
- Category: Unclassified
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