A walk by the lake
Long strides through mosses beneath
us and sky above
" Path is not maintained during wintertime."
Wet birds seek shelter
Tucked away in wood houses
They wait for the sun
Mushrooms spring up in
rain, in dark days to cheer us
should we go outside
She waits for bright boats
on the lakeshore to bear her
thence away, away!
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