The stream leaving to the ocean!
There was a pond that stank a stench of old moth balls
In the middle of the swamp was a tree stump.
The lines from 75 B.C.; it was said to be evil.
Something so horrible appeared and all people ran like crazy to the whole ordeal-they were screaming and panicking to exit the area.
The foliage and wildlife were effected.
The foliage gone as if burned
The memory of the incident stayed with people that were there
They had seizures and were screaming as if in a nightmare!
That there could never ever leave,
So it was written by my observation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The stream leaving to the ocean still selflessly serves through her flow. From your observation you have presented an amazing poem.10