A fork in the path,
Make sure you choose right.
Then comes a stream,
Safe to follow,
You are on the right track.
It leads to a lake.
Make yourself at home she thought.
Oh, how I miss home ...
The lake here and the lake at home are so similar!
Soon,
She followed the path that leads away.
This was the one
That leads to the city.
She knew it.
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the Death Flower
Poetry[Awesome cover by Simmcha1] They were the first thing she saw when she glanced over the meadow. She took her eyes off them almost the same instant, though ... she knew their secret ...
