Through dense fog she shines;
Her hollow light
Piercing the gloom,
Soft lustred;
Turning grey to blush pink
Like cotton candy spun
with golden thread,
Incandescent
To central orb.

Running in the slow lane
Through dense fog she shines;
Her hollow light
Piercing the gloom,
Soft lustred;
Turning grey to blush pink
Like cotton candy spun
with golden thread,
Incandescent
To central orb.
