By DyingScientist

Blue-inked cloudless night,
draped over a slumbering lake.
Moonlight skips carefree to the shore,
as a gentle breeze ambles by.

Basking in glorious silence,
Autumn leaves flutter past,
as my gaze captures distant hills,
which cling to the horizon with parental love.

A lone moored boat
is drifting through my thoughts.

Time stops to rest beside me,
as the air pauses for breath,
and I embrace with overwhelming clarity,
that the essence of life, is love.


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