BG (1565 / Earth, USA, California, Los Angeles, Van Nuys, Balboa blvd)

Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

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the pain of never finding or feeling love is my deepest fear, for to live this life and never once feel the true joy of love is to live life in vain.
This was a great poem....I really enjoyed reading it. You've got a lot of talent and hope you are noticed for it. ~Trysta
Heart felt and true... you hold a very good talent.
so true. felt like that before. keep it up! -suze