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...
Very beautiful and subtle poem. I like it very much. Very good written :) MBKorynt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nature's sounds in the hush of silence around....always celestial to the ears....well said...thank you