In the hush of night, a shroud descends, A foggy veil, where mystery attends. The world, a canvas, soft and gray, As whispers dance in the ethereal play.
Silhouettes draped in misty hues, Nature's secrets in the fog refuse. A ghostly waltz of tendrils twirl, Enchanting dance in the mist's soft swirl.
Street lamps flicker, dim and pale, Casting shadows on the foggy trail. A mystic realm where echoes hide, In the quietude, dreams confide.
The moon, a lantern veiled in mist, A subtle glow by the fog kissed. Stars, elusive, peek through the haze, A celestial ballet in a cosmic maze.
Footsteps muffled, a ghostly sound, On cobblestone streets, where memories abound. Fog wraps around, a velvet glove, Embracing the world with tenderness and love.
Amidst the fog's poetic trance, Nature and night engage in a dance. A realm of dreams, where visions play, on this foggy night, enchantment holds sway.
