37. Mist
It swallows us up
As we walk
Side by side
Down life’s rocky road...
Mist.
Mist made up of
Lies, mistrust, and pain.
But, hand in hand,
We’ll make it through
The mist all right.
We will dock our ships
In a safe and clear harbor—
Free of others’ mist
And alone with each other.
—C.R.E.
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