The fog is an illusion— <br />A master of disguise, <br />Which hides the tangible <br />Before our very eyes. <br /> <br />But when the fog has lifted <br />Everything’s still there, <br />And the tangible <br />Only seemed to’ve disappeared. <br /> <br />In the early morning <br />Or late at night, <br />The fog descends <br />Upon various sites. <br /> <br />It gives an air of mystery <br />That has long prevailed. <br />Dangerously intriguing <br />Is the fog’s foggy veil. <br /> <br />© W.S.2009<br /><br />Walterrean Salley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fog-13/
