The Lake

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Flowing water looks so perfect
fairies fly across the surface
my summer dress is what they'll see
my flowing skirt rests at my knee

play in the sand bed
all summer long
roll in the mud
sing a short song

when winter comes
I'll skate till dusk
scarves and wool mittens
of course are a must

my years are endless
they stretch to the stars
scabs and skinned knees
maybe even a scar

when up to your ear
the waves you will hear
something about it
man could not mate

my heaven
my coven
utopia
the lake





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