A Love Poem

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This lake is my mistress, my muse

I know her moods like a lover’s:

Somedays she is open, her stillness cradling me upon her breast.

Other days she is a tempest, her waves fierce and repelling.

Very few dare to breach her shoreline.

Such is her ferocity

She is mine every day

But

I love her best when she pummels me with her

Wrathful waves

And slaps my face and camera with her spray

Taunting me with her violent beauty

Indomitable and Free.

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