The Fog
I remember it being a beautiful grey – the definition muted.
But the grey I remembered quivered blue,
glassy, watery,
The gaze slipped, passed, fell away,
Glanced in one moment felt before.
In shift, I could watch,
Through translucence become part of its blur –
No need for definition.
But it felt the same grey-blue,
glassy, watery,
the grey fell away –
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