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STILL LAKE.
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NATURE Deep alpine, cool lacustrine
emerald chameleon
in whose arms lies
the mirrored skies,
an ever changing ceiling.
Around the lake small ripples break
amongst the swaying reeds.
Hem of its shores, they grow in scores,
a mass of water weeds.
The sun seems dead as overhead
deep blankets spun of mist
laid neath his feet deflect his heat,
his solar rays resist.
A sombre day of weary gray
peers down with brooding face.
The still lake its reflections make,
heaven's contours trace.
Then thick clouds part. A stabbing dart
of gold streaks through the skies.
Straight as an arrow through the narrow
vapour tunnel flies
a golden beam, a molten stream
borne by an aerial porter.
The burnished light that glances bright
dances on the water.
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