The black lake
is dangerous.
We do not know why.
We do not question.
The village people,
they don't answer questions.
Because they don't talk.
They claim the black lake tells
them to write.
So that's what they do.
They write us stories.
The stories warn us.
But sometimes,
writing is too slow.
And we don't know.
Us, we always know.
But sometimes we can't,
and the unthinkable happens.
We begin to Seperate.
sketchy! between this one, 'separated' and 'no one' u sound like some thing out of a creepy movie..........cool!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seperate is spelled wrongly it's supposed to be separate