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Vida Nenadic mystical, your poem has that mystic haunt in it. I love that. It's like a bird chirping in the forest and you can't spot it, its the forest chirping. That is mystic. It has a whole body to it, yet it is like a shadow, moving in a mist of your thoughts. I loved the damp dew behind your poem. In my limited personal opinion to write mystic is gods gift, one can't learn to be a mystic. God bless.