now as waves, <br />everything gets so scattered that <br />all is lost. <br /> <br />dont touch it. <br />It makes you want more. <br /> <br />all <br />is waiting <br />like a lake that hides a monster. <br /> <br />noone has seen that monster yet. <br />but they know it is there. <br />that is why it is always so still <br />and quiet. <br /> <br />but it will be even more quiet <br />when the monster is dead.<br /><br />celine charcoal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lake-3/
