Fog
Dense and obstinate,
Refuses to relent
Day after day,
Seeming victor
Against the burning Sun,
Converted into shadow, listless!
The Sun
Seemingly withdrawn,
And lukewarm
Emerges the true victor;
Obviously at work
Behind the screen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Shows the skills of the poet as a keen observer of nature. Thanks.