Layer of Fog
Dawn covered in fog,
The city wakes up silently.
The shiver of winter on the roadside,
The tears of dew on the leaves of the trees.
The light hides, time stops,
Everything is hidden from the eyes in smoke.
The wilderness covered in silence,
It feels like the sleeping layer of time.
The mind wakes up when the fog touches it,
The flood of dreams awakens in the illusion of dawn.
This magical game of nature,
The morning picks up the melody on a winter morning.
Let's see, let's merge in the crowd of fog,
Let's get lost in the pull of the pulse of life.
This sweet illusion of nature,
Draws a new shadow in the sky of the mind.
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