gray-green wetland
a silent fog
the damp air fills my lungs,
enters my soul
and moss gathers there
the lakes, the waters;
they are not where I’m from
but I would go there,
live there, grow there
like the moss inside my soul
clinging to the rock of my heart
wistful
dreaming
in the silent fog
Copyright © J.S. White
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J.S. White lives in the rolling hills of North Carolina. Writing has been a passion of hers for as long as she can remember and books trusted friends. She always has a project in the works, but focuses her efforts towards creative non-fiction, short fiction, and poetry. When she isn't writing, she's looking after her son, crocheting, cooking up delicious meals at home, or singing to 1980s new wave music.
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