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A new day a new haiku
On the island’s brink
Fog and mist and rain roll in
Over the summit
Clouds followed me home
They lay low in the meadow
Everywhere I go
Suffocating fug
Creeping between chinks and cracks
I seal myself in
Grey mist rising as
Grey sun shimmers silver ice
Cloud my foggy mind
A foggy cold fret
Bitten by this fierce snell wind
My fair jeelit feet
Only bright stars fade
Only the lost can be found
Only triers fail
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