The train brings me
Through foggy fields
This morning
It reflects my mood
Autumn is coming
Not for you
You decided to
Clear your fogginess
As much as it was
A shock, I can say
I do know the feeling
You must have had
You felt you had no
Other way out
Than the way out
And all we are left with
Is fog
© KH
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I would like to translate this poem
Hij is heel mooi, op een droevige manier.