quinta-feira, 2 de maio de 2013

Old lake and urns

Old lake

The lake which young years was thrown into
Soon gave way to ambitious waterscapers
Giant eels no longer let the common swimmer bathe in peace

... Fountains and noxious grass grew up
Bigshops and sunday family outings stole the peace
De ja vu´d "yes you can child, throw a stone into the water"
Lake´s dark water hide more than billboard virtues

The lake where young years swam
Containers dip down toddlers tackle tadpoles
eyes wince now not by cause of the reflection of the water
but age

The cold dark lake where the ashes of dead loved ones float
and the urns lie broken and abandoned on the shore

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