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The Smooth Sleepy 1990's
This lake has no shadow
Smooth unrippled texture has grown
Quite winds alone as they bow gently into night
The flurries that whipped pockets and points retreat,
Efforts spent, to the sky
In there stead lies not dead
but for the smooth sleepy
Not death at all, but an extended, untextured surface
The smooth sleepy
An expanse broad so as to beg a tear
Not from pain but just a drop
Just to pierce the sleepy's still,
Allowing space more to fill
For the storm creates not the calm
The storm forms from the calm's nothing else
Let the skies clear, cloud
Let the downpour fill our lives with love
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Comment: About the sedate nature of a long term relationship.
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