Mountain mist,
A dark veil of nature,
A mystery shrouding
The mountain's height,
Its kohl-dark hue.
The air is cool,
A soft breeze blows,
A refreshing balm
That soothes old wounds.
The mist ascends, wrapping
The morning in its embrace,
A fleeting wonder
Vanishing with the light.
The mountain's secrets
Unfold before our eyes,
And as the mist fades,
Enlightenment dawns.
MyKoul
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