No face, stared longer at
Ripped away, repellant
When from off others
As this sunned, consoles, for
Your own smooth water's.
Sat, and slumped, down-hearted
There before, of whom rise
Again, pacified!
Glum, wavy lined, only
When, itself, storm-tried.
banyule wetlands
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