This Morning Fog

A Poem By Shane // 7/1/2002

As the waters still drift away.
I look beyond as colors fade.
Into the whiteness I stare.
Watching the strange World unknown.
Surrounded by eerie light.
Into the fields I cast my gaze
pondering where I am, where it ends.
My breath is withheld from me as I
look into this morning fog.


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