The
pond of green
In
the day of the sun
The
water lilies pushed aside
Nothing
magical for the eyes
It
is just a conduit
For
the waste to run into it
The
pond of yesterday mining
Now
it serves a different grade
The
rubbish of waste
The
rain water stagnant
The
ground for fishing
For
those who are inclined
The
death of history
The
pond has claimed lives
The
dark angels waiting for souls
In
the pond of green in the sun
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