There's no light without dark
A stillness that only ripples with the heaviest of touch
Flat, unbroken surface
No geyser bubbles or stirs the wrath
Where there is only grey
An empty hollow sings
Devoid of purpose
A ghost and its entourage of echoes lingers
YOU ARE READING
Echoes in the pool
PoetryPoetry Collection Welcome all you readers. Poetry has become my latest experiment. Constructive criticism would be welcomed but most of all, I hope you enjoy An amateur Poet
