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Fog

Awoke to silence,

a room filled with dim light.

I open the front door and

I step into nature's cool embrace,

damp fingers of fog wrap around my face.

Surrounded by white, completely blind,

I follow the sound of your voice.

Mind  filled with the fog of indecision,

a clear path forward suddenly obscured by thick clouds

that keep me from moving forward too fast.

The Lesson:

Move cautiously,

listen to the inner voice.

Take small steady steps 'till the clouds dissipate,

and the horizon is visible again.

© annettealaine-2012

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Bide your time. Lovely,

Bide your time. Lovely, Annette. I can relate. m