Waiting Lakes

The night calls
and we wander
out of doors
onto the cool grass
cricket silent
the sounds of cities
swallowed
in trees
and mountains
and the darkness
as our feet reach the water
and we let ourselves go
into the element
we call home ~ Caroline A. Slee

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