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A new day a new haiku
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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