A confession
The lake of shining waters
Frozen
Gleaming
Reflected light, blinding to those
who stroll by
I lean over the edge, golden broach in
hand
It slips
Falls
down and breaks the icy surface
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The lake of shining waters
Frozen
Gleaming
Reflected light, blinding to those
who stroll by
I lean over the edge, golden broach in
hand
It slips
Falls
down and breaks the icy surface