The Fog's Dismay
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Last published Sat, Aug 16, 2025
The Fog's Dismay is a melancholic cluster of prose poetry where mist, rain, wind, and silence become sentient, embodying the fragile sorrow of existence. Each piece unveils a different mood of the fog-its hesitance, its yearning, its quiet ache-forming a tapestry of solitude and sentiment. One subject, many voices. One dismay, many echoes.Each piece unfurls a different sigh of the sky-a plea, a hush, a sorrow too soft to scream. Woven from one grief into many shapes, this cluster breathes with haunting beauty, like damp petals pressed between the pages of a rain-stained diary.
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