Lakeside Dreams
Dusk by the lakeside,
waters gently lap the shore.
The breeze weaves through tall reeds
to dance amid soft mountain shadows.
A cold moon rises
behind a copse of Oak,
rolling smoky skies.
In the hush of midnight
bare branches reach to the stars,
gathering the falling darkness
into a night of dreams.
Lakeside
dreams written on the street in Limerick
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