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Early Morning Mist




Standing in the early morning mist,
I'm far away from home,
Birds fly overhead leaving gaps in the watery mesh.

I can't move because of the deafening silence,
I'm scared and can't see beyond my own eyes.

I take my first step and red flowers scream,
Crushed underneath my clumsy foot,
A thousand faces appear in the mist,
And circle me.

I wipe the dirt off my face and continue to trudge on,
No place to go.





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Written January 11th, 2006

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