Oh mother earth….. The beautiful rich pool rotting away
A stagnant pond lie in an empty glade,
Where greens and blues of life did fade,
No life stirring a single drop,
Just empty and stale from bottom to top,
The trees and grass around it dead,
Long ago the last animals fled,
And deserted this empty broken pond,
Fowl and fishes did too abscond,
From this worthless derelict pool,
Where emptiness, death, and sicknesses rule,
The endless vitality soon forgot,
And this still stagnant pool was left to rot.
I often feel as if I am wading in the middle of a stagnant pool such as this…very creative, a resonant. Nice
Then you identify with the feeling described…
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