The Lake

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Mountains loom over it.

Dragonflies dawdle overhead.

A light breeze blows quilting the surface.

Two kayaks lie on the banks of the boathouse

red prows nudging the water.

An old railway dam steam trains

Once guzzled from.

Now I drink its tranquillity

Store it against the coming week.

 

*have you a tranquil place you go to for replenishment or a piece of music you listen to or picture you look at?