the reflection speaks its own language
it is enticing
capturing the beauty and vastness
of the woman
in solitude
the depth of aloneness
and oneness with the water
as a shadow befalls
befriending
a cloak to hide the coldness
to keep at bay the ghosts of the past
echoing a time long gone
dancing a dance
echoes of memories
a murmur
dreams
(c) Cara Sept 2007
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