Veiled In Wintry Mist
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Veiled in wintry mist
Hazy the hills came—
T'me— tied with no aim,
West, north, south nor east,
Nor a soul t'me came
O to ask my name,
Amidst nature's feast
The real me ‘lone came,
My true nameless beast!
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Haiku | 09.02.2019 |
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