Wandering in grudges
Of petrifying tide in ransack
As tears falls in pang-
In stream of fog
Cascading down sorrowful tears
Of yesterday's trenchant feelings

Fog, to give up is on the rise!
And hopelessness aloft.
Sometimes grieving drum sounds
But oftentimes, insight comes from
tides of fog.

At the stream of fog,
When hope is blurry
Buried in string of weariness.



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