Morning

The hills turn to clouds
As they meet the horizon
Mist obscures them
With such poeticism
As if mirroring
My clouded thoughts

The cold air
Soothes my burning mind
As each day
I hope
To leave your
Choices
Behind.
A new day
A step away
And towards myself

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