The Edge
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She skipped along the edge of the lake,
her refection dancing upon it's clear smooth surface,
light brown hair flowing
in the cool November breeze...
singing a melodic autumn song
while happily tossing flower petals
into the water...
and as I watch from the thicket
at the edge of the woods,
I am mesmerized by her charm
when it occurs to me...
I have never seen the lake
look more beautiful
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2020
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