The Lake
Under cold stars,
and quiet stillness ahead,
amidst faint strains
of ancient notes,
No words spoken,
with thoughts into the sky
A porous detachment
from looks, feel
And the peace
of dual solitude
Somewhere
the cosmos
captured
in mediocre
human eyes,
Like two trees
waiting for rain.
Under cold stars,
and quiet stillness ahead,
amidst faint strains
of ancient notes,
No words spoken,
with thoughts into the sky
A porous detachment
from looks, feel
And the peace
of dual solitude
Somewhere
the cosmos
captured
in mediocre
human eyes,
Like two trees
waiting for rain.
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