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at the lake

Breezes blow
Wind chimes chinkle
The soft breathing
Of many languorous souls
As the lake’s breath
Caresses them
They sleep, they dream
They rest from life
In a world far removed
Here we mend tattered hearts
Bruised egos
Fright and overwork
And sudden tumbles in the lake
All mending
Under the summer sun
The sigh of wind
Rushing through silver trees
Ah, it breathes on us
Blows our eyelids shut
And whispers to us
As the clock ticks on, unheard