The air was sultry and stale
The heat oppressive
I sought the sanctity
of the shade
Embracing its coolness
I walked beneath the
leafy canopy
Where the silence welcomed
Contented I walked
In the leafy summer
forest
Until within a glade
I came upon a woodland pool
Its still dark waters
Looking glass flat.
I peered through my
own reflection
Into the charismatic
depths
And felt unnervingly
as if
I was staring into the
depths
Of my own soul
And for the first time
On that sultry summers
afternoon
My skin felt cold
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