Fog

                                  

"When early morning painted,
 In a canvas of soft, bleak fog,
A blanket of white, embracing earth,
Where Nature, stands still,
Observing, awaiting the fiery ball,
To repaint, unveil her varied hues,
Swirling up the smoky mist,
Unfolding a relentless, radiant, crimson glow to reflect within."

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