Mist

Thu, 11/02/2017 - 22:34 -- Audrea

As if the endless white fields were not good enough,
The mist rode in and seeing became tough.
What else will god do to make life rough?
Maybe he won't send more people who only bluff.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world

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