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There is a looker-on who sits behind my eyes. It seems he has seen
things in ages and worlds beyond memory’s shore, and those
forgotten sights glisten on the grass and shiver on the leaves. He
has seen under new veils the face of the one beloved, in twilight
hours of many a nameless star. Therefore his sky seems to ache with
the pain of countless meetings and partings, and a longing pervades
this spring breeze – the longing that is full of the whisper of
ages without beginning.
– Rabindranath Tagore
niebla | fog 
it is a very goooooood poetry
Very nice