For visually challenged writers, the image shows a river, further along it you can see some shadows of trees which the fog is starting to blur.
On a cool spring evening
As the fog surrounds the trees
I walk alongside the river
Keeping all of my secrets
I keep them in
Keep them close
No one shall ever know
What life was like
Back in those days
No, I cannot tell a soul
For to tell
Could cause heartache
Pain, and drama
No, I must keep my secrets to myself
Take them to my grave
On this foggy evening
In spring
I will sit beneath the trees
And write my eulogy
Therapy Bits 
Such a moving poem Carol.
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Thank you for reading 🌟🌸
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You’re welcome
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Very evocative and deep 💜🎃
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Thanks, Willow ❤
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