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Sep 2019
Through the kitchen window to where the
lake ends and the trees touch her
lustrous sides, a rippleless motion
in the reeds waving at all the colours -
at me -
and the pines' crowns simply
add a powdery green to where
the water starts a black-blue dark
leaving such velvety shine -
to me.
Kate Copeland
Written by
Kate Copeland  50/F/London
(50/F/London)   
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