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The Birch

Walking lost in the fog,
meticulous presence,
dense and confusional,
dampt to wash up my soul,
to shake off dull human breathlessness...
Waiting to escape the monster,
joker elf,
nonexistent in the forest,
still present inside me.
And the fog increases,
following down with the dark,
growing up with the fear
of a wrapping forest,
where I got lost
between an half visible path
and an uncertain tomorrow…

Sweden, Autumn 2013 [Nikon D3200]