The rippling waves reflect
the glow of today's uncertainties
And though, surrounded,
these sighs remain inaudible
One lasting effort to say so much
but to ears that listen not,
whilst the lower lip quivers.
Though joy might permeate
such solitude frightens
Here we two and three
shared such tranquility thus
The ducks knew our name
And lingered as we sat.
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