A Nice Murmuring Poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar

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...