Writing 201: Fog

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My mind was amongst the stars, peering down,
embraced by the twinkling haze.
He held me tight with his hands, and his steady gaze,
softly, he promised me, he wouldn’t let me fall.

Hmmm an elegy. Today’s theme is fog.

Prompt: Fog
Form: Elegy
Device: Metaphor

(Ites is a Rasta slang for heights.)

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