The Morning Was Strange
In the centre of the small town is a small town square. In the centre of the small town square is a small water fountain. It springs a joy to which the townspeople are magnetically drawn. The water below is clean and clear. This morning a young girl lay facedown. In the clean, clear water, where the small water fountain danced, and dances. In the centre of the small town square; in the centre of the small town. It seemed strange that she should be dead in a place where there is so much life.
I've known of her charm
We'll not dwell on her passing
It seems far too strange
1st July 2020
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2020
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