Ini dia puisinya...
FORSAKEN AND FORLORN
-D.H. Lawrence-
From the balcony
I can hear the Isar moan
Can see the white
Rift of the river eerily, between the pines, under a sky of stone.
Some fireflies drift through the middle air
Tinily.
I wonder where
Ends this darkness that annihilates me
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