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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