The white-misty women
visible when a lot of fog rises,
it gets very cold and everything is old
even the trees don't grow anymore
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A vivid depiction of the cruelties of humanity. It brought tears to my eyes. Sometimes superstitious beliefs cloud the mind. The fear of the unknown is indeed a hindrance for the enjoyment of life.
I loved how this poem was woven, as if I am watching a great movie. Every stanza stands out. I could feel the pains and suffering of these Misty Women. Spellbinding write, great Poetess. To my Poem List.