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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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