FOG
EMMA HARRIS, 11
She walks amongst the pale fog, Into a land where her vision is skewed, The difference between the ocean & the sky, It cannot be viewed, And between her emotions & her eye, There is no relationship, not even a feud. She watches her footsteps as she leaves them behind, Walks backwards to see impressions made into the sand, She cannot see, but she isn’t blind, She knows what is done & why, But can’t tell her direction from the place she currently stands. She says truth is a pearl, And her eyes are submerged under the ocean, But her feet are confined to walking on beaches, And she is left with a desperate, undefinable moment.
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