Thursday, April 29, 2010

My Poetry

The Fog

The fog slowly creeps into town
Shortly after the sun goes down
It captures the light and sucks out the color
It sets everything in shades a little bit duller
The fog makes the world dark, grey and still
It dampens the ground and gives the air a chill
But when the sun's rays loosen its hold
It slips from the sky, or so I am told
Where it goes no man knows But one thing is for sure
Nothing could ever be that simple or pure
-A. Richart

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