On a lonely walk I stumbled upon
A calm blue lake in the shape of a tear.
One lost his way in exploratory bliss
Though I have guessed it is not far from here.
It was upon the banks that I wondered
Would I feel pure or rather exposed?
In the end it was perhaps the piercing blue
Which made me then settle on what I chose.
Thus I waded quite tense into the pool
And within an instant felt clear and cleansed –
As if worry was a painted phantom
And all had become simple, at least thence.
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