A dark shroud of mist
Wrapped the mysterious valley
A smoke without fire
Running between the great hills
Blinding every passerby.
Copyright 2021, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
Stunning beauty in these lines. # 5 stars. I wish I could give it more! ! !
Yes mysteriousness blinds us always and i feel i such situations follow your instincts. Wise words to think over. Good job Rose. Food for thought.
Marvellous portrayal of nature at its mystic best. Wonderful as always dear Rose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Onto my fav list cuz I want to read this gem again and again