Glittering with dew
Is the stunning grove,
With mysterious creatures.
Ravishing greenery,
Yet pitiful sounds;
Nothing but the toads croaking.
There are drops of water.
This place is forgotten;
Just like me.
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Sounds of a Fish Attempting to Scale a Skyscraper
Poetry*Finished - first anthology in the Skyscrapers series* Hold fast onto life For it soon slips by. Find the things you love And hold onto them tight. But not too tight, For sometimes they leave Or find something more interesting To shove up their sle...
