time passing on
a woman stands alone
gazing into the lake
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pretty trees
with water for a mirror
admiring their faces
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old woman
wanting not to intrude
takes their picture
Meeting my friend to go for a hike in the woods, she and her companions were not yet finished with their dong stick practice, so I ambled down to the creek just to pass the time. Those trees, leaning all together so gently over the water looking at their reflection, or so it seemed to me, made a pretty picture.
Walking thru the woods, I can always find a pretty picture.
