Lakeside Dreams
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Dusk by the lakeside,
Waters gently lap the shore.
A breeze weaves through tall reeds,
To dance amid soft mountain shadows.
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A strawberry moon rises,
Behind a copse of Oak,
Rolling smoky skies.
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In the hush of midnight,
Bare branches reach to the stars,
Weaving the falling darkness,
Into a night of dreams.
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– Maire Morrissey Cummins
Photos by Radka Bukovska:
I like this poem very much; well done! Brendan