The water was black and lifeless,
Reflecting from the corpse in its depths,
It contrasted the luscious green hills,
Full of life and vibrant color.
People picnicked and played by the water,
But no one dared to go in,
The ghost came free of the water when anyone tried to swim.
She dragged the children down,
Filled their lungs with death and decay.
The hills were pretty in summer,
But the winter roots were tricky and mischievous,
They didn't mean to push her in.
No one saw the disaster happen,
The landscape held no grave,
But the bushes and trees remembered,
And as fall began they joined her in her icy grave.
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A Collection of poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry written on a variety of different subjects, I've posted it on here to get some feedback, so please fell free to comment. I'm a fairly new writer so I'm still learning how to edit and redraft so any creative criticism i...
