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Nov 2010
A gentle ripple disturbs the serene lake,

The lake is unconscious to this unfamiliar feeling,

The ripple grows and grows each ring surpassing the last,

The lake acknowledges its visitor with a soft watery embrace,

It has been so long since this lake has known the touch of another,

The lake is ecstatic about this forgotten feeling,

The ripple dissipates into nothingness,

Once again the sad lake sits alone.
Written by
Gregory Villone
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