The Fog

I remember you

In your priviest prime,

And I love you

With your mysterious haze...

For this morning

I came in contact with you

And it felt like a romance

I've never been;

For you erupt my soul

And you provoke my mind

I float in your presence

And I leave the world behind

What is so different about you?

Where are the presence of the trees?

For I cannot see anything...

Anything that means nothing to me.