Fog, like bad breath creeps up
on you unaware and blinds
your eyes to tease your senses.
Icy hands shroud your shoulders
and you try to shudder off
the daze that leaves you stranded
like a glass of water in a desert,
not knowing who to yield to.
You turn 360 degrees
And find a tree to hang on to
until someone with a fog light comes along.
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