Foggy

A foggy day in our cities Fills your head with hazes of grays So much for playful and witty This is very common nowadays Some children fall to the side Youth without a ray of hope or a smile They run in Dutch cities For this lasting time Foggy days in our cities Amazed at their erring shapes They form shadows on their faces While they grow along the way Whispers of threatening moments They arrive quickly with a nightly sound of silence Where there is darkness everywhere To remain in their dreams..... To wake up in the next morning Without the darkness and a fresh grasp of air.... Model: Myrthe Franke Foto: Natanya Hartgers Stam