Not a thought
I wander to the lake and gaze.
Emitting not a word, no cry, no joy.
Alone in self and thought,
In twain with the stillness of the lake.
© munster 2022
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I wander to the lake and gaze.
Emitting not a word, no cry, no joy.
Alone in self and thought,
In twain with the stillness of the lake.