Witnessing Beauty
There,
upon the edge of fantasy,
it seems,
she stands
looking out
over the placid lake.
I stand,
just watching her
and taking in
the magnificence
of her fitting with nature
as beauty becomes
one.
Be it a dream
or be it real,
I pray this scene
never leaves
my eyes
nor my mind.
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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