Waking up to foggy mornings
Like waking up in the clouds.
The misty smell makes me feel alive
The dew drops on the leaves are a sight for the eyes.
Everything is partially visible
like the paths of my life.
My fingers are numb from the cold
I can hardly taste anything on ma tongue.
I love making fog circles – like smoking out every doubt inside
The chilling breeze has numb my brain
And my thoughts dance without music in my brain.
Every year I come down to this core,
To wake up to the misty mornings, once more.
Sandcastles 'n' Doodle 
Beautiful…I especially luv the line “everything is partially visible, like the paths of my life.”
You have a way of making paintings with your words. Love it…keep writing 🙂
I’ll try…as long as u keep comin back for more 🙂
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hmm…the fog…!!the culprit…!!
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Beautiful… took me back to waking up in a tent under open sky open on a late spring night and waking up to dawn ..to mild dew and opening the tent door further to let mist and sun in to shine upon a smiling some one..
God!! ddls why do you write this stuff!! Its just so beautiful!! muah!
wen I read ur comment, I imagined campin over a hill even thou I haven’t done that..I say u should get back to writin Mr. 🙂