Mist
The mist rolled across the plains
Creating partial vision
It swirled grasping the countryside
In the clutches of it's white hands
It slid silently across the path
Hiding everything in cotton ball white
Squeezing until all vision was gone
Claustrophobia then set in
Slowly it dissipates as the sun
amber rays shine down
Lifting the veil of white
Giving back sight.
10/12/16
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