Dunning Lake

 

I could see you walking slow along the shore of Dunning lake

A black umbrella in your hands, a black dress flowing in your wake

Your reflection drifting slowly on the gently undulating tide

Obstructed only by the ripples born from black swans in their stride

 

Submissive colors dress you as to not disturb the lakeside fog

Your movements ever subtle as I sketch you in an artist’s log

Advancing ever gracefully along the far side of the lake

The focus of a mural mist; a dream from which I’ll surely wake

 

 

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[Rambling Prose]

"The focus of a mural mist; a dream from which I'll surely wake." - So eloquent is your tongue - you paint silhouettes of enchanted elegance.

~gifted indeed~