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Wishing Lake

London, September 2021

Crying at my morning window

didn’t want to be alone.

You came to me and whispered

words of love and joy.


We laughed, we hugged, we cried

along the sun-kissed road.

Blue skies, lake soft shimmering,

deep with dreams and wishes.


Wooded paths and fields of heather

we wandered through the glades,

the lake released its magic  

and made us one again.  

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