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 is an author from 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 She has several unpublished projects currently, and focuses her efforts towards contemporary romance, speculative short fiction, and poetry. When she isn't writing, she's looking after her son, cooking up delicious meals at home, or singing and dancing to 1980s new wave music.
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