Strangely, in the fog to hike!
is lonely bush, a stone,
No tree looks the other
one is all alone.
full of friends I was the world
As life was light;
Now that the fog descends
is no longer visible.
Truly no one is wise, knows the
not the dark, and quiet
The inescapable
separates me from everything.
Strangely, in the fog to hike!
life means to be lonely.
No one knows the other,
one is all alone.
From a quiet moment to arise. 11/03/2008
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