Reflections
Moving across the waterThe serene pool quiet
Not a sound is heard for miles round
I run my hand through the crystal water
The unparalled perfection flowing across it
Supplemented by the drops raining down
Faster and heavier they fall
Each drop setting the color off, just a little more
And I beg the fall to stop
And ask it to preserve the beauty of this untainted nature
I am wild with rage, and I will fight the heavens
But it's not their fault that this serenity is being destroyed
It is mine.
Poetry by Xuxa
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Written on 2006-11-13 at 05:36
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