By Raymond Dcunha Taccode
Sitting on the shore
Why you throw?
Stones at Silent water
grow rings of row.
Settled below mud and dirt
Show up clear and fit,
You're deserted shaking that
Make my life difficult.
Wave's of air don't dare
To shake the water,
Pass above to cool there
You, Pelting stones bring shiver.
Beg you play not
My feelings don't hurt,
When we love giving heart
Later difficult when depart.