I know of a lake whose waters turn in constant motion. Whose shore is ugly and worn, with small rocks that cut deep. I have never trespassed its black waters or walked along its beach. But I must ponder; if I were to take off my shoes and jump into its depths. Would I find wonders or would a shallow bottom be waiting to break me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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