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(Fog on the drive way where I live)
A poem by Joan
I never meant to be here.
All my plans were made when the sun shone.
Then suddenly the fear
And all the signposts seemed to me, gone .
The road led on and took me on my way ...
And so I travelled, knew I wouldn't stay.
But still, it was a moment, with a peace its own,
That grey soft silence, as I watched alone.