The spoken Lake
She glides in white light
As i look down, nothing speaks to me more
Simplistic, symmetrical
My worries spread into the water
Its almost a sign from God
In farther distance, becoming clearer
She captures God's word with such elegance, complexity
Greater quantity, the sidelines start to fade
I wonder if he's speaking to me too.
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Our world
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