Fog
8am fog lifts my muscles from malaise
I invite the touched down clouds
their moody sway
into my heart’s morning murmurs
we stretch into each other’s landscapes
Poem 161 – Fog
LOVE. WRITE. LAUGH.
LOVE. WRITE. LAUGH.
Fog
8am fog lifts my muscles from malaise
I invite the touched down clouds
their moody sway
into my heart’s morning murmurs
we stretch into each other’s landscapes
VANESSA SHIELDS, writer 
Wow Vanessa, These poems and illustrations “ speak” especially now! Believe me, I see this as “ a collection” that will be “ a wow” Keep on!
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