After the forest


für Freitag XIII.
a golden face
shines through the haze
betwixt the logs
withstands the fogs

embedded gem.

 
a misty web
with every step
slithers along
the branches' throng

 
as forth I - though
in thicket - go
her beams dispel
the clouds that fell

amid the stems.

 
enlightened spot -
transmitteth not
ephem'ral glows -
is fusion close?


von mO°ntan 


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