Where to, My Foggy Friend? - Day 6

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 Themuddy path greets me with the usual silence

Thedew drops on the green grass wink in mischief

Theweathered barks of ancient trees provide support

Butit is the whitish fog that beckons me today

 

Moodyas ever and brooding as always

Iignore the lure and stand in my spot

Onestep off could take me down the slope

Overthe broken branches and into the bottomless valley

 

Yet,it persists, inching closer and closer

Releasinga chilly breath onto my face and arms

Isuppress the shiver snaking up my spine

Feigningnonchalance even as I feel the pull

 

Sensingmy interest, it draws closer

Forminga barrier between me and the forest

But,in reality, marking me as one of its own

Easingthe stress from my heart and soul

 

Heavinga breathless sigh with my eyes closed

Ismile and take a step, trusting my new friend

Whereto, I ask, ready for an adventure

Followingthe path into a world within the world

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Brief Backstory: Forests, muddy paths, and misty hours are a perfect combination for musings. 

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This post is a part of the BlogchatterHalf Marathon 2023.