The dreams flew shrouded in gray.
The mist settled like a quilt of smoke,
A magic veil that obscured the way
as the river whispered secrets as it spoke.
A mirror reflecting the unknown,
Like a cloak of mystery hiding the truth,
The fog disguises what it has shown;
the sad memories of my wild youth.
And so the foggy river flows and flows
like a masterpiece of hidden art,
A perpetual riddle that only God knows,
that beats within the human, anxious heart.
Its water surface is smooth and still,
A canvas, waiting for God's pen and will.
Love this one also, great shot
Just saw this in the black and white contest submissions and I think it's an incredible photo!
Thank you so much!!
great inspiration for my latest poem;
Foggy River
The dreams flew shrouded in gray.
The mist settled like a quilt of smoke,
A magic veil that obscured the way
as the river whispered secrets as it spoke.
A mirror reflecting the unknown,
Like a cloak of mystery hiding the truth,
The fog disguises what it has shown;
the sad memories of my wild youth.
And so the foggy river flows and flows
like a masterpiece of hidden art,
A perpetual riddle that only God knows,
that beats within the human, anxious heart.
Its water surface is smooth and still,
A canvas, waiting for God's pen and will.
99 words
inspired by the picture, "Foggy River" by Kaden Classen © 32 mins ago, Marius Alexandru love • nature • pain • sad • rhyme • hope