I leaned on it,
As it listens to the waves of lakeside,
Frothing more than backing.
I breathed with it,
As it stands with branches adorned by golden spots,
Fading yet staying.
I greeted on it,
As it shallows those lost ones with its fragrant of brown,
Healing for the incomparable.
I fell into it,
As if it starts to stray,
Losing while finding.
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 2:56 AM UTC
I leaned on it,
As it listens to the waves of lakeside,
Frothing more than backing.
I breathed with it,
As it stands with branches adorned by golden spots,
Fading yet staying.
I greeted on it,
As it shallows those lost ones with its fragrant of brown,
Healing for the incomparable.
I fell into it,
As if it starts to stray,
Losing while finding.
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