A flock of birds of many kind
gathered around the dwarfs the other day.
There was the swan, the gull, the parrot
and even young alouette found the way.
However the were some more...
There was a penguin, a gander I glimpsed
a crane, a turkey, a hen and a bullfinch.
They flew around in great delight,
The swan was first to get out of sight.
No dormant wall can stand in place and still veil the things behind it if eyes, unbound, travel everywhere around, peeking and seeking and slowly overcoming the fear of unawareness, tapping on the barrier, testing the water. The water is not as cold as they thought, pleasantly chilly rather. But let not down your guard, the water is deep. It will be the place where you drown, or the place where you want to swim never more . The floor of the lake is mantled with broken stones - there is no room for your steps to be stepped in there. I can not be sure you will get cut. That you wont get cut however, I cannot be sure of either. What I am sure of is your imminent return to the shore.
But tell me, why is it you can't even read an open book?
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