a Poem by Raquel Swann
Through the dense fog cover,
I was lost for a few moments,
wishing an Angel would find me,
I could’ve been in Heaven.
Green peaks and small cottages,
revealed as the smog drifts away,
I thought of you and only you.
The last time I saw you truly happy,
was in Mountains such as these.
Clinging on to memories,
And nothing but time on my hands.
Waiting to see you again.