The Lake

Faded colours in a wintry sight, 

The sun, still fiery, marks the sky.

Strange, how water blackens by its light,

Conceiling whatever depth underneath may lie.

 

A cold wind pushes clouds in a row,

Small waves mark the water surface.

Curious, how light scatters in their flow,

Reminding all life will dissolve in endlessness.

 

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