POETS BY THE LAKES!

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I’d wander and often adrift

Only to pursue tranquility and escape 

Being able to liberate words of a poet

Cascades of which flow alongside the lakes

 

I’d often meander amidst wilderness

That embrace ever-flowing waters

And my fingertips caressing through bulrushes

Before I’d know my lips would willingly chant a poet’s lyrics

 

I’d often halt amidst long-slender and crowded weeds

Bearing in my eyes a serene view of butterflies fluttering across never-ending lakes

Wild inertia of the nature, and an unsettling odist-like heart

By the water that played a striking melody, I’d duet a poet’s song

 

 

©️HIDDEN DEMOISELLE

 

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