Breath Poem by Samantha Bolden
Breath
The poet called fog is back
A psychopomp
Visits me
Keeping me in his society
The trees are shaking
They want to get rid of the morning dew
After the fog crawls closer
Sight is very limited
You don't see the hand in front of your eyes
Your going to feel your way
And the fog
Devours your legs
And then the whole body
Shrouded by a coat of fog
If you dare to go outside
You're already lost
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4/25/2024 7:03:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'If you dare to go outside You're already lost' loved this conclusion after the wonderfully simple accurate lines 'Sight is very limited You don't see the hand in front of your eyes Your going to feel your way And the fog Devours your legs And then the whole body Shrouded by a coat of fog' brings back a few wonderfully dangerous mountain fog memories 10+