At night the fog was thick and full of light, and sometimes voices.
the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.
Mist of the lust-for-life obnubilates the mirror, romance is reflected on.
Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?
for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.
He heard her in his heart – whispering from the mist