erinthul
Hidden under the veil
Published: November 9th 2024, 7:13:55 pm
In the realm where reality meets the dream,
There lies a veil, a shroud of mist, a seam,
A silent dance of particles in air,
A transient guest, elusive, debonair.
This ethereal curtain, soft and gray,
Fog, like a ghost, can hide the light of day,
It wraps the world in its mysterious cloak,
And whispers secrets only it can provoke.
As morning breaks and night’s embrace is shed,
The fog emerges from its sleepy bed,
A phantom born from rivers, lakes, and seas,
It weaves its tendrils through the ancient trees.
In the realm where reality meets the dream,
There lies a veil, a shroud of mist, a seam,
A silent dance of particles in air,
A transient guest, elusive, debonair.
This ethereal curtain, soft and gray,
Fog, like a ghost, can hide the light of day,
It wraps the world in its mysterious cloak,
And whispers secrets only it can provoke.
As morning breaks and night’s embrace is shed,
The fog emerges from its sleepy bed,
A phantom born from rivers, lakes, and seas,
It weaves its tendrils through the ancient trees.
Yesterday I had a chance to photograph a Jerna band during one of their shows. It was a great experience and I might share some photos with you later <3
Love, Erinthul.