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*As I sit watching
boats slowly meander
atop a blue morning glory lake,
white sails tickling soft yawning clouds,
a majestic tree line silhouettes
the distant horizon,
reflecting mirrored images
beyond sandy shores and driftwood
where ripples lazily
make their way to the edge
and dragonflies relax on cattails
swaying in the gentle breeze

I reach into my pocket
pulling out a photograph of you
Your smile still captivates me
as my broken heart aches,
missing you, missing us
realizing that regardless of what
I might see in front of me,
the splendor nature provides
with her ever changing vistas,
the only true beauty in my world
I once again hold sadly
in my hands