IN FOG
strange, wandering in the fog!
only is every bush and stone, no tree
sees the other, each is only
.
Full of friends I was the world,
when my life was still light
now that the mist falls,
no longer visible.
Actually, it is unwise to anyone
know the darkness that slowly and inexorably
separates him from everyone.
strange, wandering in the fog!
Living is loneliness.
No one knows the other, each is only
.
H. HESSE
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