Fog

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Descends upon places
A hazy mist blinding
Need light to penetrate
Early in the morning

Sometimes it's rainy
Droplets fallen upon glass
Wipe away with blades
To clear your view

A cloudy substance
Casting a gray shadow
Don't go fast
No view ahead

Don't hit someone
The thick fog will be gone
By noon a clear stretch
Until it comes again

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