The Water Lily Pond - Poem by Felicity Slaughter
As I sit on the bank
and look into the rippling water,
I listen to nature,
speaking calming words
of wisdom and age.
She sounds like the symphony
that is my beloved's voice.
Love fills me to the core.
As I take on last glance
and see all the colors of the rainbow
I feel at peace for the first time.
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