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
in the silent fog

Copyright © J.S. White

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