The horizon lies
Before me, obscured by fog,
Beckoning me on,
Enticing me with
The secrets concealed behind
Its misty veil. Who
Knows what I might find?
And yet…I don’t want to leave.
The sun-soaked bean fields
Sing in the early
Morning light; everything is
Warm, glowing gold, a
Contrast to the low-
Slung clouds in the distance, their
Icy tentacles
Reaching out to me,
Slithering closer, till the
Light is gone, and what
Little remained of
September’s warmth is gone with
It. And yet, I’m called…
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