Through mist

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How strange – to walk through mist!
The lonely bush and stone,
No tree can see the other –
Each to their own.

How my world was full of friends
Whilst life was so full of light;
See, yonder how that mist descends,
Now none is in my sight.

Verily, none is wise,
That knows not the dark,
The inescapable and hush
that keeps him apart.

How strange – to walk through mist!
A life to be alone.
No man knows the other,
Each to their own.


– “Im Nebel” by Herman Hesse, translated by NT