By the lake shore, digging a hole.

Digging
a hole
on the shore of the lake.

The Sun
as a whole
lights the sands of fate.

The air
gently
blows but not too much.

The wind
crisp
refreshing to the touch.

Smooth
soft
cleanses all in it’s wake.

The music,
plays along
the shores of fate on the sands of the lake.

 

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