Monday, August 3, 2009


Fog was descending gently on the road,
White mist caressed me to write an ode...
Dark visions, viscous cold savaged me,
A thunderous silence and nowhere to flee...
A haunting beauty shone and fade,
A strange wilderness or just a shade...
Beautifull hills and towering trees spectate since a lifetime past,
My encounter with a mystique will forever last...

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