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Poetry Archives #923149 added November 2, 2017 at 11:03pm
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The Unexpected
The Unexpected
The fog was dense on Spirit Island
when we bumped into each other.
I could tell she had been lost,
turning one way - then another.
The island was my friend -
the fog I was used to.
When she held my hand,
I knew what I needed to do.
The journey would be long -
rocky in places,
Before we reached land
with the sun in our faces.
We pulled each other along,
finally reaching our destination.
I watched her step out of the fog
smiling from her aspiration.
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