Grey haunting fog.
Stepping forward, from
shadow selves.
A flute echoes across the sky
stirring the dark and twisted
sounds of thunderous clouds
echoes the rushing rivers
meandering down the hill.
Angels favour the brave.
The oaks stand tall in the woods
battered and bruised
at the mercy of Zeus.
I am a wedge of cranberry cheese.
NaPoWriMo – Day 2 – Surreal
Charlie Ann Alford 
on a platter of life,
a small but significant piece,
adding flavor to the journey.
Thank you, universe,
for making me a part of this existence,
amidst the haunting fog and thunderous clouds,
a witness to the bravery of angels and the resilience of nature.
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