the cockerel crow
pierces through the ghostly mist
morning bells
muffled like my inner song
ring melancholy tones
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billowing fog
envelopes the lake and trees
silent ducks swim
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Mirage Choka – a memory
in winter’s depth
cold fog blankets Mantova
the cold penetrates
coming through the walls like ghosts
like old sadness
sitting at the wobbly desk
my mind wanders
to the warmth of Africa
remembering heat
I escape the here and now
for a mirage of summer
© G.s.k. ‘15
A wonderful mirage-like image — great work with this. 🙂
That cold fog would be miserable. Uck. Hang in there, my dear [hugs!]
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