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I saw a reflection of the
Summer sky in water,
Threads of light crisscrossing
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In a latticework
Of beams.
There was a haze
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Down east
Where vapor was tinged
With violet,
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Contrasting against
Strong shadows
And sun.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.