Stillness Whispers All Around,
Delicate,
Imperceptible,
Incongruous Sound;
The Hush Speaking softly
Of Another place and Time;
Bending Perception
Through Inharmonious Rhyme.
The Fog Enwraps From Every Side,
Closing In,
Drawing Out
An Indiscernible Cry;
The Mist Breathing Blithely,
A Leviathan of Olde;
Enshrouding Inexorably
With Inescapable Cold.
~ Morgan C. Morgan
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You describe the eerie chill of mist perfectly…
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So atmospheric. I can feel the chill of that mist rolling in.
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