Rowving Smith


The Lake - Poem by Rowving Smith

Like a puddle of spilled water
Sitting calmly on the table
The lake sways serenly
With an occasional ripple

The lake that was ablaze
With wavy hands dancing
Racing and breaking
Hitting the shore screaming
Just this morning...!


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2008



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