Fog
The fog like a mouth Grows widely Rolling nowhere at the speed of doubts To nowhere - but rolling on Rolling on To touch each other By just one sentence To enter the fog but not to miss To enter but not to miss Not to miss The fog spools white fibre It wraps itself around us No wind will ever blow it Out of our eyes Nothing will save us from the fog The faceless fog Inside itself it dances the waltz with us With no inviting gesture
The fog spools long fibre It wraps it around us No wind will ever blow it Out of our eyes Nothing will save us from it It’s faceless Inside itself the fog dances with us With no inviting gesture The fog smoulders through centuries Hidden inside their entrails It will not let go anyone who it already Grips in its hug One after the other - all lost We are waiting for some magic hand To rip off the veil so We won´t miss each other So we won´t miss
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