November – the world vanishes behind thick veils of fog. Or is the other way round? Are the veils of fog the real world, which had previously been obscured by the fireworks of life?
November November – your breath is rising in the silky branches of the bushes, and your desires shimmer above the sail of the sea. November – your thoughts are drifting in the wordless song of the wind, and your wishes shiver on the dissolving path. November – your robes are soaring soothingly through the bleeding leaves. And your prayers wind their way in the mellowing glow of the moon.
Image: Johannes Plenio
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