Upon the stillness of the lake…

Upon the stillness of the lake,
Within the colors of the dusk,
We sat and joined our tired hands
In mute appreciation –

Upon the lake in language terse,
We wrote a bit cryptic verse,
Affirming, if we died that hour,
We’d shared one

Inhalation

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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