Summer Lake
discreetMelon4020
May 18th, 2023
Never still, ripples always cross its face
It shines in the morning sun, that lake
Warming at high noon
And paints me in glorious color come evening
Trees dot the horizon
Branches sway in the breeze
Leaves fall gently to the water
A boat passes by, and from it comes waves
They tickle my ankles, rushing in
My feet sink in sand
And I bask in its majestic beauty
As the echos of childhood come flooding back
Avaria
May 18th, 2023
@discreetMelon4020
Aw this is such a good little poem! I love the last 4 lines, that's exactly what vibe I got when reading the first half of the poem. Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you very much! I’m glad you liked it :)
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PineAppleWeee
May 18th, 2023
Beautiful poem, did u write it?
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Thank you! And yes, I did write it :)
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