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Frame Lake Scene
A young duck to its mother swiftly propels.
In its wake sunlight dances in the rippling swells
To the soft fairy music of tinkling bells.
Looking on from a footbridge, I'm caught in the spell.
Published 7th Nov 2012
| Edited 21st Jul 2014
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7th Nov 2012 1:03am
7th Nov 2012 6:02am
7th Nov 2012 7:15pm
Haha, not necessarily. I'm a poet, and I like grungy dark little alleyways in a big City at night with slimy lichen on the damp brick walls, and iridescent puddles of oily water. I also like disease, manifesting and devouring ones body, and apathy and disdain.
Haha, what I'm trying to say it that I just happen to like your lake, feel special.
Haha, what I'm trying to say it that I just happen to like your lake, feel special.
8th Nov 2012 5:55am
Ya. I think I just happen to like that vision of your city too -- and the rest of your list of favorite things.
