The red fog of dawn swirls through the trees
like ribbons of blood
in a stream.
The violet dawn clouds the hills
with a velvety cloak.
The black creeps in
like spilled ink seeping into paper.
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Through the Fog: Collection of Poetry
PoetryPoetry using imagery to express heavier themes. Poems will be added as the inspiration hits. 12 in original poetry 2 in book of poetry
