The well whispers secrets as shadows play tricks.
A dance of light where reality flicks.
The cool stone walls, ancient and worn.
Hold stories of those who've come and mourned.
Each ripple in the water sings a silent song,
Of times forgotten, of night's long gone.
The moon's reflection, a silver ghost,
Hovering over, like a silent host.
Beneath the earth, where roots intertwine,
There's a magic so pure, almost divine.
The scent of pine, mingles with the breeze,
A calm so deep, it puts the mind at ease.
This place, a sanctuary from the world's harsh glare.
A moment in time, free from despair.
But in the depths, where darkness lies.
There's a hint of something that time defies.
Is it hope or fear, this feeling inside?
A thrill, a chill, where shadows reside.
The well, a portal to the unknown.
The place where dreams and fears are sown.
Each step closer, the heart beats loud,
As if wrapped in a mysterious shroud.
This journey, a path both dark and light,
A dance of shadow in the night.
What lies below, only time will reveal,
The truth that the water's mirror conceals.
In this place, where the earth and sky meet,
Every sound, every scent, feels bittersweet.
The well's depth, an echo of the soul,
A mirror reflecting a hidden whole.
In this sacred spot, where dreams converge,
A place where emotions gently surge.
Continue, and the story unfolds.
The tale of mystery that the well holds.
With each word, the picture becomes clear,
Of a world where magic hovers near.
This place, a canvas of nature's art,
A haven where every story must start.
So step lightly, and listen well,
For the secrets the well has to tell.
The well with the resemblance of the past.
Time flies pass, soon it's overcast.
Like the well we all withhold.
Tears of Fear ,we persevere
This place is definitely a souvenir.
With hidden fears that soon appears.
The visit here is so sincere.
The well echoes memories of days long past.
Time slips by, shadows overcast.
Like the well, we hold our fears inside.
Through the tears, we stand with pride.
Soon our emotions, we must confide.
Our hearts will mend as we face the tide,
And in this place, our hopes reside.
The well echoes memories of days long past.
Time slips by, shadows overcast.
Like the well, we hold our fears inside.
Through the tears, we stand with pride.
Soon our emotions, we must confide.
Our hearts will mend as we face the tide,
And in this place, our hopes reside.
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The Water Hole
Storie breviAn imaginary Person at a Water a hole writing in the moment of Real Nature.Writing about everything Nature has to offer and more.When you're reading this Imagine yourself there ,as a coping mechanisms during times of stress and think of freedom.Thin...
