The Lake

Wed, 07/30/2014 - 14:04 -- lsw1121

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It is there deep and blue

Where color shines bright and true

Over every valley and wrinkle

Every drop and ripple.

 

The sky is high and low and middle.

It is as ageless as the Devil's fiddle.

Elegance and grace

Create memories of this place.

 

The land around is surreal and pure.

Solid and stationary, it is here forever for sure.

Its islands are small and matter little,

But combined with atmosphere they mean a bundle.

 

I long to love someone so dear

In a place without any fear.

Here this place can see generations grow.

Neverchanging, I'll see a delightful show.

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The infinite possibilites of nature grow restless.

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