Lady in the Mist
Cold driving rains
boil the warm water's surface
of my favorite lake,
where under the canopy
of an old oak tree,
I sit alone,
gazing in wonder,
as I see you
in the mist.
boil the warm water's surface
of my favorite lake,
where under the canopy
of an old oak tree,
I sit alone,
gazing in wonder,
as I see you
in the mist.
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