The waterlilies, lank
Amid a lush green marsh
May laze lethargically
Amongst the hum of summer
But I must dash and cannot watch
Their soft seductiveness for long
Yet still they draw me
Tempting, taunting me
To stay awhile and simply sit
And steal some soothing seconds
From this hectic, septic world.
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