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Lines Beside The Garden Pond
ME (15 June 1944 / Canterbury)

Lines Beside The Garden Pond

I sway, as if to breathe
the passing breezes tail -

the water sighs
in confirmation
of the lilies dance.

Beneath this clouded
water's front,
I witness gold and ruddy sprites,

a piscine dance -

a knowing prelude
to their feeding spree.

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A calm romantic poem inviting light.