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Walk With Me

Through fog and shadows

By Jennifer GrossPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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I stand alone in the early morning, fog closing in on me;

Not a sound disturbs the peaceful air, not a breath of wind to guide me.

I lift my eyes to the bright white sky and push through the cool, wet world;

My feet beat a gentle rhythm in time with my heart's soft pulse.

Fine drops of dew gather on my skin, painting wild whorls like woade

That swirl and drip, weep and soak into the fabric of my clothes.

A shadow falls across my path, the soft tread of another's feet join mine;

I smile as a voice, beloved, sighs, "Have you come to walk with me?"

Hand in hand we stride the path, through fog and shadows thick;

No longer alone yet still at peace, my love and I go home.

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About the Creator

Jennifer Gross

I'm a writer and painter, a traveler and pet lover.

I enjoy cooking and baking.

My taste in music is eclectic and I genuinely like a little of everything.

I'm a Gemini and there's a lot more to learn about me if you're interested.

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