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Rain Drops

The lake is surrounded by burnt orange grass that bends.The sparse light rain drops make perfect circles on the glassy dark water that widen until they sleekly disappear. The lake mirrors the late Fall afternoon: dried-apricot clouds from which peek a chilled though soft blue. A worn trodden campsite is next to a shiny varnished house with windows that portray the wet sand colors of the docks, and the sun-light shifting the sky, as an oil painting of an aging day.

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Date: 10/30/2020 3:55:00 AM
Vivid imagery through out your poem.. Well written..
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