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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Among the muddy water, the shadow of an obscure wanders, He wants something, but he can't say it. Her body lies among the deep stems, And no one is looking for it on earth. Her white legs were home to fish, And thin hands live in time with the wave, The dress is red, like a banner in the wind, It's as if the air is stirring him in a pool. Her black hair is like strange snakes, Reaching for the sun, reaching up, Snakes and seaweed are closely intertwined together, And they found a new life with the wave. Between the underwater stems of the flag, then the snake: The develop, then suddenly wave of. And among the strange dancers She Quietly lies, no one needs. Her face is almost invisible, Among the underwater beauty, It's beautiful and innocent,- It's full of childlike simplicity. Her eyes are still open, but the light has faded, And death's shroud had taken the color out of her eyes. And her lips were full and pale, Once they had a completely different color, But in the gloom of the river pool, Their beautiful color faded. Where did the virgin come from? What brought her to the bottom of the river? She's still young,- And death has already taken over. How did it happen that the grave It became stems and water? She is silent, and never again She can't tell her story. We can only guess, What brought her here that night. It could be a broken heart,- Which she didn't save. Or maybe there's a widow's ring, Whipped by grief and thrown here?... Or maybe ... maybe someone's evil will- She was forced here And here she parted soon after With hope to live, with hope to be she. And so the young maiden lies alone Between underwater stems, Where it's always pitch dark Only a wave ruffles her hair.
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