Fog

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I've just now woken from a long dream. 

The waters are rough on life's stream. 

My mind yearns for repose once again. 

Perhaps, I'll write about it with my pen.

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Hopefully, my poems lead to placidity. 

A time shall come without turbidity. 

The fog has made thinking a real difficulty. 

I don't want to come across ridiculously.

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Waking up from a dream can make me silly. 

But there's no folly in finding shelter when chilly. 

Cold weather accompanies clouds and rain. 

And I don't want to put my heart through strain.

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