The Lake Poem by Jesusfreak lover
The Lake
As I walk outside,
I feel the wind blowing across my face.
I look out at the lake,
And see the ripples on the surface.
The pollution on the lake moves just a little,
So I can look at the glass.
A turtle pops up so it can take a breath.
The sky gets reflected in the surface,
So I can see everything without looking up.
In minuet it will be gone,
So I have to take it all in,
Before it's taken away.
I know that there is all ready a poem called the lake. Please just don't comment on the name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 3:48:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
while reading i was watching a great picture of a man who was outside enjoying the nature and the picture of the lake. i like the poem. it contains a miracle and good mystery!