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Lake.

 

Mockingbirds fly over the lake,

Creating waves.

An apparent figure they make

Leaving my imagination flow in darkness.

 

Shattered dreams,

Make me fall into an eternal state of bliss

Perhaps I am too old fashioned,

thinking about an eternal kiss.

 

I prefer a swan,

who takes its heart out

and swims with it in its mouth.

At least, it’s a sign of courage,

showing such purity in front of society’s mirage.

Words are still,

in front of man’s will.

 

Make me feel; make me kneel,

in front of purity

I

defeat my ordeal.

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