Nothing purer than a winter's frozen lake
Flows freely no matter how one's heart may ache
Though earth's love hatred may seem to obscure
It's running streams remains all pure
Find stability as clearer water rushes
Let go of forlorn hopes and bitter grudges
Realize human avarice brings only pain
Be it a hateful hope or hopeful gain
Watch the pristine waters run unfaltering
While others only find solace in questioning
Rather than live a life so morose, instead
Channel your heart through frozen watershed
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OP Poetry
PoetryExtremely outdated online backup for the poetry I wrote in middle school