mySterY in a biG bLue HouSe

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    mySterY in a biG bLue HouSe



    oNe day i was awake

    i heard there voicE

    i tried to listen more

    but then it was too late

    i saw him so in deep world

    trying to figure out what his thinking

    making some conclusion

    but i can't read his motion...

    few days had passed

    her eyes was so depressed

    her hair wasn't clear

    and i saw sadness was on her face

    i was just in silence

    i don't know what

    i don't know how

    Nor i don't care at all...

    that's the mystery i've been searching

    and i am looking for something more

    i was so damn affected

    i wanna end, the mystery in a biG blue houSe!!!

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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