Shrouded in midwinter fog,
the mountains almost seem to blend into the sky
the line between the sphere
of the Earth
and that of the sky
becomes blurred.
Rain pellets lightly
cover the trees, grasses, and stone buildings
in an afternoon shower.
And yet, through all this
we continue to wander
through the rough, winding paths
we coin “life” while the
serenity of a mountain
covered in light rain
continues to exist.
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