I'm thinking....
Of a beautiful island
But its equal to its dangerousness
To be visited one day
I found out
such island...
and recall
my memory
I remember it..
it named...
Bermuda triangle
And its mystery..
Thousand try
but can't fly
to the blue sky
again.....
Wish i could...
See what is...
Behind all of the mess
still it is a secret
which remain a dangerousness
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