Echoes in the Misty Silence

Mist Walk

Woven in mist, so still and deep,
Where the horizon fades into gray twilight,
Footsteps echo like a distant call,
Seeking answers in the emptiness.

The trees, like ghostly silhouettes,
Shadows of the past,
Whisper mysterious songs,
That only the wind can hear.

The world seems a veiled space,
Where time loses its meaning,
Every path and root,
A mystery that vanishes in the mist.

Here is no distance, only proximity in the vague,
Where thoughts drift like misty fragments,
Every path is a poem of the invisible,
Where solitude and peace merge.

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