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#4256 poetry

photo: Pink Lake, Gatineau Park, this lake is named after a family who lived there, it is usually green, but the play of light has given it a pinkish hue.

Ah! I recognize that one

that little voice

that seeps into my day

and carries me back to the day before yesterday

even much further back

into bitter stories

while all I want, really,

just to lose myself in the reflection of the clear waters