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Once, a heron cut the lake in two,
it’s reflection below with both in view
on a mirrored lake that softly sighs and lies
just beneath the gaze of the watchers eyes.
The lake itself is a quiet dream and stares back
at itself because it to wants to be seen beyond
it’s ripples framed by the reflection a skew
of a world observed yet watching too.
The heron peers, but you cannot divide the living bird from its water-side
as if the lake, in all its grace
knows its own beauty in this mirrored space.
The watcher, too, became the seen,
a different side of this liquid dream where
bird and lake and sight entwine each held moment beyond the line.
Once one heron twice, one moment shown as the lake beholds itself alone,
a beautiful truth and a secret shared between the lake and the herons stare.
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