My silent face stares back
From blackened glass
Muddled by ripples
From a careless breeze.

Afternoons slide
Lazy and languid
Stretching out amid the pines
Swaying and sighing with my soul
Below a cloudless sky.

No one to catch my fleeting faraway dreams
But me.

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