Jun 27
Within the looking pool,
Her image seeped along.
It stretched toward the bending willows,
And between grassy knolls.
Her reflection tightened and slanted,
Warping into whirling shimmerings.
The brook's surface shone,
of a thousand sparkling rhombuses inter-weaved.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Puisi365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
