I find sorrow. This lake has taken my true love.
We had frolicked and we had laughed.
We thought of the next day…
We believed there would be more days.
But it took her.
She was rendered ashes upon the lake of sorrow.
I gaze blankly upon the lake.
I ponder the gentle lapping upon the shore.
It makes me want to be…
Coupled with her in time’s caress.
To visit her blissful corpse.
Hear her laughing in aquatic splash.
A taken love; her corpse still resting.
Beneath those rounded ripples.
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