Title: There is...
by Em from Northumberland | in writing, poetry
There is a little brook,
Waters flow,
There is a mirror reflection from one world to the other,
There is a light,
Where no one can find it,
There is a song,
When not to be sung,
There is love,
But like the sly nimble fox,
It gets away,
There is hope,
But by the morning it's gone.
Do not seek the unspoken,
For its secrets might be too much to bear.
That there is so much in the world, but so little is in our grasp, it's incomprehensible to our minds.
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