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Black Reflection in an Inky LakeAs the light led me though, to the edge of forest cover, Like a moth to a beacon, its attraction calling me over, Introducing a lake so dark as the forest released its' hold, Reflecting a setting sky, its' waters looked deep and cold, A mirror image awaited me, dark clouds behind the trees, On water so calm and still, in the absence of evening breeze, Drawn to its' inky black water, deceptive shadows cast a spell, I make a wish as I throw a stone like tossing a coin into a well, In long grass by the water's edge a serpent shares this reedy bank, Its' view of the lake quite different, as into the dark water, it sank, Behind the hills a setting sun casts a moving silhouette of stealth, With its' ever changing reflection, on a surface of visual wealth, This scene my camera captures, through its' lens forever caught, This eerie mystic background would be prized as an artist's spot, Choosing to leave this pearl hidden, a jewel for those still to see, A dark sapphire of inky water framed in a picture made by a tree Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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