A blanket of fog lies all over the land,
Obscuring the buildings, save those near at hand.
No chance to admire all the landscapes we pass,
The fields within view are incredibly sparse.
Everything’s lost in a mass of pure white,
With none of the sun’s golden rays within sight.
and yet there’s a beauty which can’t be denied,
In a dense fog which covers the whole countryside.
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