Lake of Consolation
No face, stared longer at
Ripped away, repellant
When from off others
As this sunned, consoles for
Your own smooth water's.
Sat and slumped, down-hearted
There before, of whom rise
Again, pacified!
Glum, wavy-lined only
When itself, storm-tried.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2022
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