Scarlet Lake


Like a Scarlet Lake she sits

Pondering the mysteries of life

Looking up at the universe

Gaze cold and sharp as a knife

Beautiful is she with hair like night

With eyes like day, so happy and bright

When it rains she shines, and when it shines she glows

In the hands of time, like a river she flows

Though clouds may fly over, with her skies are clear

Though sadness may come, with her not a tear

And when I fall over she catches me fast

from the ground I can see it, From the sky I can feel

Through all the rough times my love will stay real


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