The fog rolled in, a soft caress, A veil of mist, a sweet access— To skies so near, you thought you'd touch, A whispered dream, a quiet hush. The hills below, adorned with grace, Wore nature’s cloak, a green embrace. As we climbed up, our hearts did soar, Each step unveiling more and more. It wasn't just the places we’d seen, But the shared joy, the bonds between. The journey lived in every smile, In every step, in every mile. The fog, the hills, the laughter’s song, Made this trip a memory lifelong. And though we’ve left, the feeling stays, A part of us, in misty haze.
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