In this challenge we had to study an audio rendition of a a foreign language poem and try to replicate its tone and mood . I used a poem written in Czech by Miroslav Holub.
Fog-
Fog surrounds me
scowling, smothering and dense
stifling, suspended haze over space,
then suddenly, it lifts, it dawns on me!
A recognition,admission,
of what I’ve seen and heard everyday.
Flashing, racing, sprinting, mounting-
memories, conversations, revelations
that we’ve shared.
They come together as the mist disappears.
This is what we’ve wanted all along.
A taste of freedom.
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