Roving amidst the dark and thick woods
In a mental state of tiresome moods
I found a stream that seemed scummy
I felt the mosses held by it gummy
I longed to wet my skin in stream
I moved some scum seeing a bream
Alas! I found pure water, crystal clear-
Beneath the mosses the stream bear
I felt myself the scummy brook
As my circle misconceived me as a crook
Gazing at me with a notion pre-conceived
As i first gazed the murky brook indeed
1 comment:
the notion was urs and perhaps not their"s
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