The Fog

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In fog,

The familiar looks unfamiliar.

 

In fog,

Stand still sentinels passing by.

 

In fog,

The road shows no ending.

 

In fog,

There is no sky, no horizon.

 

In fog,

There is an air of quiet.

 

In fog,

I lose myself.

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