Poetry – playful innocence.
Iridescent pool
seemingly soft to touch
shall I chance it’s magic?
fingertips dance on top
soft ripples play
a flute sounds in the wind
as I glance down at the pool again.
water, still as glass holds
a reflection
of me!
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