On the lake
By Simon Barget
Sun, 29 Jul 2012
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Take your boat out on the lake
where the land sinks to flatness,
and float and wait.
Clement ripples sloth to shore;
through verdant ridges slung in cloud
peek covert clots of turquoise sky.
When birds and butterfly grow silent,
-- they're silent now --
sigh, my friend, and so will I.
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You write really really well
You write really really well - perhaps you could re-think the last line.
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