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The Mill Pond
A place of life and death.
So still like a pain of glass.
Flat and calm

What lays beneath
teaming with life,
yet not a ripple,
nor a sign.

At the water's edge
Stands a overhanging tree.
In the dawn's chorus
dew drop's awakening.

As the day's sun warms
the dew drop falls.
Awakening the mill pond..
From the centre, rings of life
reverberate one on top of another
until the mill pond is still once more.

By DavidRankinLymn

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