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  • Liam Curtin

Memories On The Lake

I remembered the lake as clear, light blue

With life teeming, doves beating wings for me

The voice of wind like blaring horns rang through

Protected by green trees, that was the key.

I see the lake, a teal, not like before

With life breathing, but no doves chirping free

The voice of wind whispered, with no encore

Circled by sand, trees withered around me.

To maintain the past is more fruitless than

Sisyphus pushing a rock that will not

Stay where he wants it to lay, for no man

Can capture the past, a fact forever.

I remembered the lake, and what I love

I see the lake, and miss songs from a dove.



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