Water glistens over the chilled lake,
distant it seems to be real,
too beautiful to take in it's breathless taste.

Grievances I have cried to fill this basin, of now wet land,
captured by saddened souls, but supressed by smiles of love.

It lays in between heaven and hell, along the clouds of the sky and the
molten burning rock.
feared by many,
loved and adored by weak hands of a child's innocence.

Whether captured or abandoned, there's always one that returns,
to the place where cries are cried,
and smiles are stolen,
made for the one's who want to let their feelings come forth.
 
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