May 2014
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Reflections on a mirrored pond,
deer at play the fields
Clouds of wispy fortunes found,
O’ morning view doth yield
The sky O’ peek thy opal face,
branches touch thy form
Clean the air of filtered trace
*on summer days so warm
Reflections on a mirrored pond,
deer at play the fields
Clouds of wispy fortunes found,
O’ morning view doth yield
The sky O’ peek thy opal face,
branches touch thy form
Clean the air of filtered trace
*on summer days so warm
