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A Lake's View
A Lake's View
I strolled by the side of a lake,
In an October's morning, after daybreak,
The monsoon, a recent guest of the scenery,
Had departed, leaving the gift of greenery,
And before me lay the clear lake so still,
Like a mirror, reflecting every distant hill,
It's sunkissed surface sparkled cyan,
To meet faraway blue mountains it ran,
White fluff broke away from trees and blew,
With the wind, over the water, like mist, it flew,
And dotted along the edge of the waters,
Were a million wild, yellow-orange flowers,
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Together they seemed to beckon clouds floating high,
Their petals fluttered in the breeze, in the sunshine,
They laughed, they danced in an endless line,
Crowded by the lake as though spectators of it's show,
Little did those flowers know,
Their buoyancy enriched the beauty of the lake,
The landscape so brightened up in their wake,
How time slipped by, I knew not,
This lovely scene, singular on my thought,
My heart that within me had been beating so long,
Became one with the flowers and sang their song.
