As a blurred vision of reality within me unfolds
the sweet smells of earth swirl around in my head
like a foggy haze drifting
rising like a mist in the early morning
lingering..unable to move forward
making no sense
a mixed up logic of one's inner being
trying to escape
where peaceful ripples of happiness
rise like bubbles to the surface
and as long shadows of the day begin to unfurl
a sudden chill in the air lays dormant
frozen in time until tomorrow dawns

Written by Judy Clegg on 14/01/18
© 2018 judy clegg

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time, Day, earth, morning, Happiness, reality, Mist

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