I still fear the desolate noon
In time of coming, you don't make any sound
On the floor of the pond
I hardly understand
But there is shadow on the water
i am still roaming. a fine poem. tony
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I still fear the desolate noon In time of coming, you don't make any sound On the floor of the pond I hardly understand But there is shadow on the water i am still roaming. a fine poem. tony