The Lake House
The days dawn with the sound of water,
a whistling bird perched upon a tree,
wind chimes speak with voices of sugar,
sweet like the wind they speak for,
the air tastes like summer,
and the lake is cool with lingering spring
Copyright © Bridget Prewitt | Year Posted 2011
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