Language 4 Entry Nª 34
A song for this day
Early in the morning,
I wake up just to see the fog,
The fog, which takes me to London.
I can’t see anything,
Not even my thoughts,
My soul,
My soul, the fog,
I want to visit London.
Crossing the bridge
The river stream sends fog to the sky.
Don’ t open your eyes, just imagine
The fog, the smell, the smoke,
The black ashes falling down,
Falling down, like rain.
Open your eyes to see the fog,
Close your eyes, imagine the black rain.
Feel the pain in your skin,
The black darts are hurting you.
Hurting you, hurting me.
I don’t hate the fog,
I hate the black ashes.
Looking for my star,
In the sky, at night,
A dusty cloud pretending
to be the fog, but I know
the star is so far, so far
what a beautiful sight,
the stars, the ashes, the fog,
the dusty cloud, the nasty smog.
I am still alive.
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