(can be a fairytale)




*whispering*Have you ever heard . . .

 

 

Have you ever heard about the black - water well called Hate? The black-water well that stopped reflecting the blue sky; even when the night comes you can’t see the stars reflecting on the rippled surface. The only thing seen *once upon a time* was the finger that disturbed the tranquility of the water surface.  Even the screaming winds died while the black water absorbed their sound and the silent image of the finger that dared to disturb its tranquility. It is a lie though but the black water doesn’t want to remember that. Without refreshing movement, without resistance the water will die fighting itself. Die fighting what it is becoming while not exploring its true nature.

 

 

 





Short story by night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-06-16 at 20:05

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Kee Zealy The PoetBay support member heart!
Interesting take on the emotion. Water sustains life. Hate is a stagnant emotion that feeds on itself, like the water that never moves.
2012-06-06


housam
and when it comes to love
the cure is achieved
no more hate is around
no black water found
neither in our hearts
nor in the ground
2011-06-18


Stan Cooper
Fascinating write....

Now we all have to hope that the black water hole of hate
does not flood our lands

xxx Stan
2011-06-17

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A year of few words
by night soul woman