She creeps quietly into early hours
of the morning, inundating gentle
feelings and thoughts into the grey
and equatorial haze that threatens
to linger inside most fragile mind.
The fog brings out a darker side to
everything, reminds put not eggs
in one basket.
Photo credits: Albaicin Granada by Manolo Jimenez
Posted on ‘Quadrille #53′ @ dVerse Pub