The Brook

Ice on the Mountian tops

Fish in the river

A brook babbles of lost tragidies

Days a gone

Years all wasted

Her song is sad and garbled

Tragidy surrounds her

Long does she drone on

Sharing her missery with all who pass

Long does her suffering last

Sunshine does nto her sorrow break

Never does her darkness lift

Forreverchained to her dispair

Wilt her shackles never break

A continuous chain of eternal night

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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