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Mist

Mist like smoke
Doused upon huts
Messenger of earth
That cling to hills

Most, the color of palm wine
Well gathering on mustaches
Of men, old and young
A cover for wary rodents

Mist, nature’s courier
Impostor to many
Steering to paths uncharted
Where fortune or failure lay

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