Held In Suspense
The morning fog obscures, ironic in a sense,
as water particles are likewise in suspense;
muffling all sound, they coalesce in self-defense,
uncertain of their fate when sunshine does commence.
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An Awit: 12a:12a:12a:12a
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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