Inspired by “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” by W. B. Yeats
An image of a lake slices my thoughts,
Halving my inner psyche.
Pristine coolness pours, permeates deep, deeper,
Longing to be freed.
Thirsting after the lake wedged within my mind,
A gritty feel between my toes.
My spirit separates from corporeal cares,
Floats on a liquid breeze.
Suddenly wake up drowning in tidbits of ripples;
The biting edge of want snipsnipsnipping away.
My body fights the flooding flow of pure yearning;
My brain gasping
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