Water rippling in the duck's wake.
There's serenity here on the quiet lake.
Majestic trees so many miles tall.
Red and orange leaves heralding in the fall.
Wise old mountains, centuries old.
So many secrets still untold.
As the wind blows, the noises cease.
This lake, this season, this is peace.
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that's a really well written poem. i like it. i have had a really long day and reading your poem just made me feel really relaxed. i'm not a poetry person, but i really like yours.
Nice poem... peaceful poetry not my style
This is uh... peaceful. Don't get me wrong,the imagrey was great and the ryming didn't sound forced at all, but there is something missing. No one dies. Just kidding, it's just a little happy for my taste. Good job though.
SO good! I'm impressed with your rhyming too.
you're sort of like Eminen...
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