Fallen Skies

It comes in the small hours

Silent, rolling

Vapors hang

All is suspended in the grey

The sun’s rays struggle through skies, dark and smokey

The same scene stretches above and before me

Silhouettes of trees, unknown things in the mist

Lost in the fog

Mind playing tricks

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