The fog crept silently in, it's damp fingers brushing my arm.
I shiver at the touch, wrapping my arms around myself.
The world is covered by this gray blanket, and it's hard to see very far. No sound comes to my ears.
Everything is silent. Eerily so.
Every thing still. Not a stirring in the fog.
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Petals of Eternity
PoetryA bunch of poems and metaphorical shorts. Some may be triggering for those struggling with depression, suicide, etc. But some of them will also be meant to give hope.
