Mist Walk
Walking without a route, between the midnight mistSearching for a love that vanished in thin air
Covered with lies hidden behind a false smile
Denying to believe in love again
Until someone knocks to your door
Recovering the lost feeling
Mist Walk
Walking without a route, between the midnight mistIn 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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