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A Nice Murmuring
(06.08 1983 r. / Gdynia)

A Nice Murmuring

to the lake and the bridge
a fog sloped down.
the thick shawl of the fog,
doesn't let the good visibility.
I am afraid of depths
which is humming unwillingly,
and is always dark. '

not one daredevil
is refraining from it.
and is waiting patiently
for a change of weather.
on the map the TV shows,
that tomorrow will be a sun,
and I am smiling, when

I am thinking about it,
because I like it, when
it is with us,
when we are listening to the
murmuring waterfall
nice for eyes and ears
in our green nook...

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Comments (3)

Nice to read. how artistically you have coined the following lines reflecting your unseen lust to see the next day...we called tomorrow..and we die without attending it. and is waiting patiently for a change of weather. on the map the TV shows, that tomorrow will be a sun, and I am smiling, when do keep smiling.10++
Nature's sounds in the hush of silence around....always celestial to the ears....well said...thank you
Very beautiful and subtle poem. I like it very much. Very good written :) MBKorynt