This poetry chapbook is a brief breath of cold, fresh mountain air bathed in coffee, charioting hugs of a massive fog, in which one can hear the whispery conversation among the hills, the lake and the fog.
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Welcoming passersby like me with a refreshing touch,
Bowing to their praises of the beauty
Of these heavens, and racing up the mountains, green.
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Some Thoughts
The fog is a fascinating subject; there's simply nothing else like it observed in nature. The constant motion of the fog is reflected in the increasing indent of successive lines. The fog is metaphorically and zoomorphically compared to a massive procession of the guardians of the hills, untouched by humans: a white whale and accompanying faeries, who play their role by restricting intruders' (humans, of course) visibility yet they welcome their presence and praise. The rest is up to your imagination :) ...
... with which I can help with the illustration up there that I did on my phone. B)
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