Foggy Rain
by Yearn Hong Choi
The trees, the birds, the doe, the man, the lake and the forest remain as hazy traces in a foggy rain on this scroll of ink painting.
That bashful first love, bleeding like ink through the Chinese paper; why does it glitter like a jewel in the winter forest?
The entire scene is indistinct, made something lovely in that all too gentle miracle
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