The sky,
Is starting to die,
My bare feet on the ground,
With the dirt being dry,
This lake,
Shall keep me awake,
It refreshes my memories,
And gives me more to make,
A tear goes down my face,
Thinking of my dreams to chase,
I want to make this my own,
It's my special place,
Crickets is all you can hear,
But you can see the deer,
The lake being so calm,
It's soaking up my fears,
The sun going down,
And the moon forming a crown,
It's the moons time to shine,
Over this lonesome town.
April 28th, 2016
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