The lake on Easter

Its water seems to have frozen
Making the lake standstill as stone
With translucent and rather peace 
While shores undulating the houses 

Together, are the carved sculptures 
With full of silent and full of tender
For wind shaking the trees to visit 
The circumstances mysteriously made 
 
By no man walking on the streets 
Should a weekend start on Friday?
No, if it hasn't been named the Easter
Things are supposed to be bona fide

For the case of humanity being reinstall 
For public good and bringing hopes to all

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025



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