I run down the hill to the lake,

Where I look upon myself, my reflection,

It’s like a ghost is looking back,

The sun is setting and time is motionless,

Tides ripple and I feel the cold embrace of night,

When the moon shone and the water stagnated,

I charged myself, feeling once again elated.water-life-crop

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