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The Secret of the Lake.
No one recalled the small rill
It was lost from sight long years neglected
When the dam stoppered up the lakes’ fill
The course drowned as waters collected
But the rill, though forgotten, still flowed
That the lake of the dam reach capacity
The little rill swamped but forebode
Exceeding the dam’s tenacity
When the dam burst came the day
The waters of the lake released
In torrent the dam born away
Breached broken and tumbling surceased
So the rill was restored as before
Babbling it’s way free once more
Hallo Stephan ...
Oh, those predestined paths so easily redirected by mankind! All back to the Origin ...
I love this poem!
Love, Luv!
Myra