It was once clean
Filled with clear rain water
Mirroring your reflection
People not noticing its beauty
Stomped on it
Corrupted it with their shoes
The clear puddle was now brown
And *****
Small children wanted to play with it
But their mothers refused, as it was too filthy
But weren't they the reason the puddle was *****
The children haven't done anything wrong
Yet they blame someone else
For what they have not done
And the puddle was left alone
Sad
With no one to admire it
And slowly but surely
It evaporated
Only to be replaced over and over again
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 8:24 AM UTC
It was once clean
Filled with clear rain water
Mirroring your reflection
People not noticing its beauty
Stomped on it
Corrupted it with their shoes
The clear puddle was now brown
And *****
Small children wanted to play with it
But their mothers refused, as it was too filthy
But weren't they the reason the puddle was *****
The children haven't done anything wrong
Yet they blame someone else
For what they have not done
And the puddle was left alone
Sad
With no one to admire it
And slowly but surely
It evaporated
Only to be replaced over and over again
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