She waits by the lake

She waits by the lake

a few more yards in the distance

waits to listen to

poetry still sleeping

within my heart

that shall describe

how it felt to be apart

for more than an hour.

She never tires of hearing

nature fill the gap

until I arrive with

guitar in lap

to accompany poetry written

late last night while watching her

sleep in peace.

she waits by the lake


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