The Lake- When Still Waters Run Deep

A Poem

Photo by Alexey Murzin on Unsplash

Blood red flows in ripples from it.

The sky is dark and cloudy.

Dead trees stand crooked and bent in water.

Fish flee from the vicinity.

A baby duckling comes my way,

and spooked by a sudden movement, turns away.

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Writer, artist and crafter. Owner of Rainbow Butterfly Creative. The process of creating something brings me freedom. This is the blog of my life scars and all.

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Li

Li

Writer, artist and crafter. Owner of Rainbow Butterfly Creative. The process of creating something brings me freedom. This is the blog of my life scars and all.