Epiphany

by Tannaya Brown

Reflected in the moon scenes of the past.
She stands staring across the water.
Mist surrounds nature’s free air,
trees brush coolness towards the daughter.
Company is a pleasure, him sitting by my side,
never alone, to save the fresh-scented tide.
Freedom is this plate of trees and cool tranquility,
a mirror, my face in the lake.

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