The Hills
Some say that gods hail in them;
a city hidden within.
During spring, mist covers them
in the form of a ghostly carpet
that gives a color of haunting delight;
from a distance, you would think that mist
has itself surrounded the forest,
as though some divine manifestation
has an interest with the hills.
No enters the forest hills without elders' consent,
for the gods are believed to exist......
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