Deep thoughts
I like to sit and think,
Besides a lake or pool.
Is it the language used,
That makes it seem so true.
To reflect on life where water,
Holds a mirror to our mind.
To see the light there,
Where sun skips on the surface.
To dive our deepest depths,
Where dark weeds drag and drown.
To let our mind view ,
Great vista's and vast horizons.
And finally focus on
That one distilled answer.
A reflective poem, wirtten beside the reservoir at British Camp, by Izzy.B.Silver
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