A view to delight, a veritable sight.
A pause to collect, pictures to reflect.
Not ment to deceive, but how to perceive
Natures perfection in this photo collection.
A reflection of life, the internal strife
To decern the true, if only we knew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Reflections in/on the lakes in New England