To stare into a crystal lake of blue
And there to wistful take a breath of old
To dream of carefree autumn colors, rue'd
Of woodsmoke casting fallen maple leaves in gold
Now fleeting tones of winter lightly seeming
To grow darker with the ice lake gleaming
Gather shadows with the world into endless cold
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Author:
Reivax Camlost (
Offline) - Published: January 24th, 2017 08:27
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Chilling. Heh, heh. Teasing in a way but I could actually feel emotionally The contrast of seasons. Nice.
Nice one- ha! I'm glad you felt something. The contrast was intended, and it's cool someone picked up on it.
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