This poem was inspired by a SwaggerDap Pic of the Day.
Photo from SwaggerDap
Blue lights behind,
As if I’ve wronged.
Still I shine,
From the fog.
There’s also red.
They want me gone.
But still I shine,
From the fog.
They tell me lies,
Their faces, long.
But I’m not blind,
From the fog.
From the fog.
I’m from the fog.
But I still smile,
From the fog.
Previously: She’s the Dream
