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Morning Mist
A Haiku
Apr 21, 2023
A hazy layer
shrouding nature’s icy grace
— mirror of my thoughts.
Woke up this morning to dense fog in my area. Walking to the station the poem above unfolds itself from the recesses of my troubled mind.
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