When The Fog Rolls Thick – a poem

When the fog rolls thick over my soul, It smooths over stone markers Drawing a blurry plain for the eye And fading the harsh edges of rocks.   When the fog rolls thick over my soul, It clings to the cracks and parched places Like some weird heavenly lotion, Smelling faintly of lavender and earth.   When the fog rolls thick over my soul, I am held in cool and comforting embrace Arms that make me forget the future And...
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