Totter, totter and just totters...,
My beautiful silent lake very perfect
and always inspires.
I am roaming around the every corner,
but my white poetic page
Gets a sudden gait.
Clamy winds, morning's delightful glaze
Are enough to expound
Those romantic presence.
Totter, totter and just totters...
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