I see through my little window the foggy morning

I looked at the Virgin mountain range,
Lonely skyscrapers visible yesterday
But I couldn't see none of them today
As all covered by the thick fog.
Oh! This painful wake up in the morning,
Last night I dreamed Alexander the great, his father, Ptolemy and Hephaistion
We were discussing how we conquer the World again?
Dear fog, I shall be much grateful to you,
If you could cover my complicated past and the dreamy future likewise
As I want today only.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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