Places its pale light on the brooding lake.
To venture in there
Seems terrifying in that light.
So cold and bitter and breathless I stand
Here atop the boards.
My partner in hand seems
Not scared but exited
As we venture
Into the unknown.
Richard
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| The moon as white as dead pallid skin
Places its pale light on the brooding lake. To venture in there Seems terrifying in that light. So cold and bitter and breathless I stand Here atop the boards. My partner in hand seems Not scared but exited As we venture Into the unknown. Richard |
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