On a fine evening day.
Foggy mist will come.
And sweep our clear vision away.
No where you can see.
Don't know what to do.
Or can you?
Maybe we can all join hands.
Walk together.
And watch out for each other.
Maybe we can each take a small task.
Slowly clear the mist away.
And regain our vision.
Maybe we can support each other.
Standing on top of each other.
And see above the foggy mist.
Maybe we can speak for one another.
Act like friends for once.
And gain courage to walk through this foggy mist.
There is nothing this foggy mist can do.
If we just work together.
And defeat the problem once and for all.
YOU ARE READING
A Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of poetry I, @canpotcat, have written over the past 3 years. Basically somewhat like my diary because every poem I wrote was at the moment about how I was feeling and what happened. And just something to know, a couple of the poetry wri...
