The Pool

In a winter’s wood, where shadows dance
There lies a pool where time has no meaning
Its surface reflects branches so bare and stark
And a stillness holds the light, the dark

No breeze disturbs the mirrored surface
And no wind ever blows over the water
No sounds intrude, the pool is just still
As if obeying some old and ancient will

Does magic linger in the air
From spirits lost, forever lonely
Is this a place where secrets keep
Where ancient dreams and sorrows sleep

Is this an enchanted pool in twilight’s grip
Or a spirit’s home from long ago
No answers come, no truth is ever revealed
As forever its history is sealed.

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