It was a quiet lake by the woods,
unnoticed by the passers-by;
Blending in with the sweet panorama,
rippling ever so slightly
when brushed by a sway of wind.
It was just a clear background
in the vast forest of green;
A seemingly purposeless bit of the endless cosmos.
It didn't brighten the sky when it was dark;
It didn't soften the breeze when it was harsh;
It didn't prove itself worthy,
didn't exude an aura, not even a spark.
It wasn't strident, nor was it stark.
But was this really the end of it's story?
No, this was just a fraction.
The rest, it avidly hid away
in the unfaltering embrace of the dark.
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These Unwinding Thoughts | Poetry
Poesia"Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar." - Percy Bysshe Shelley
