Fog swallows the street,
lamplight pools in muted gold—
steps echo like thoughts,
the world softens into mist,
time forgets its name and waits.
Time Forgets Its Name
Tag: Editorial mist
Thames
Mist drapes silver tides,
bridges hum with quiet steps—
tea warms city hands,
leaves drift past cathedral stones,
Thames breathes in poetic hush.
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