Theresa Ann Moore - The Fog

Theresa Ann Moore - The Fog

A veiled wall of misty low hanging clouds br Mysteriously conceals and restrictively shrouds. br Visibility is far from marvelous this morning… br Travelers appear from the fog with no warning. br br With uneasiness, I peer into the cold space ahead. br I am in familiar surroundings, but feel lost instead. br The road before me beckons, as I apply the brake… br Accelerating without caution could be a serious mistake. br br Sounds of distress are now heard from beyond my view. br No doubt someone has had an unintentional rendezvous. br Preparing to continue, I take a deep breath and start to pray. br I hope my boss will understand the reason for my delay… br .


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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