On a foggy day

On a foggy day, God

resurrected the flames of

his undying love.

He took some time to

answer a few prayers that lingered

like a metaphor

once seen and believed you.

He brooded as a breeze

pleasant as a whisper

brushed his cheeks

while standing by a creek


As branches dripped moisture

his eyes did too

with a heart overwhelmed

on a foggy day, for you

he prayed.

burn baby burn

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