to the lake and the bridge <br />a fog sloped down. <br />the thick shawl of the fog, <br />doesn't let the good visibility. <br />I am afraid of depths <br />which is humming unwillingly, <br />and is always dark. ' <br /> <br />not one daredevil <br />is refraining from it. <br />and is waiting patiently <br />for a change of weather. <br />on the map the TV shows, <br />that tomorrow will be a sun, <br />and I am smiling, when <br /> <br />I am thinking about it, <br />because I like it, when <br />it is with us, <br />when we are listening to the <br />murmuring waterfall <br />nice for eyes and ears <br />in our green nook...<br /><br />Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-nice-murmuring/
