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* I have a secret spot

*** I have a secret spot

to lay my thoughts…

It’s filled with tender beauty:

A running stream

And watchful bird….

A mist bangs over my thoughts,

And my imagination

Is moved by wind

To other lands,

discovering the beauty….

I see the lake before my eyes

It’s covered with a mist

The treasured memories come back…

And I’m in their heart…

My dreams are woven of gold

Bright carpets made of stars

Embroidered nights…

The lake asleep

The willows creek sometimes….

I am in summer night… ***