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Walking In The Mist [Original Prose]

Why did night pass by me so quickly?
There was so much I wanted to do
and as always
the time has gone
and left me here with much undone.

I felt so strange tonight,
so alone,
but not feeling lonely.

I took a walk in the fog tonight with Vicki.
The haze, the mist
made the world a strange fairyland
where the outline of reality was indistinct and clouded.

It was beautiful.

Walking In The Mist [Original Prose]

Jane Neill-Hancock

Wayne, United States

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Artist's Description

I wrote this prose/poem in college. I believe it is true today as well. there are days when we wish somehow the world around us is another world or time, and somehow we have stepped out of our reality. How do we express that? I remember as a child staying out late on a snowy day after playing and watching the sunset on the snow and feeling I was in a winter wonderland. Walking in a foggy mist makes one feel somehow transported and away from our world of our current troubles. I tried to convey this feeling in this poem.

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