The misty Blue Lagoon
In the mist is the Blue Lagoon,
and right above it sets the moon.
In the mist I feel the breezy air,
a tickeling and combing feeling blowing through my hair.
The mist smells of a sweet fragrance,
making the night more at stance.
As the mist begins to lay,
it sets aside for another day.
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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| Dream the End of Time | 0 | 01/25/2011 |
| Dazed and Confused | 2 | 10/13/2009 |
| The misty Blue Lagoon | 0 | 10/13/2009 |
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