Fog
The blueish grey reflects my mood.
It consumes the sky like an animal consumes it’s daily meal.
It’s rainy feel.
The light it steals.
Yet inside is so much appeal.
Towards it, my thoughts are anything but crude.
The blueish grey reflects my mood.
It consumes the sky like an animal consumes it’s daily meal.
It’s rainy feel.
The light it steals.
Yet inside is so much appeal.
Towards it, my thoughts are anything but crude.
