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Daughter of Autumn
Entered the lake.
Slowly, gently,
No ripple in wake.
Nightgown tied tightly
To a lifetime of sorrow.
To rocks, to stones, and
A book she had borrowed.
She whimsically wished
There were waterlillies.
Shook uncontrollably,
Sobbing within, as
Icy water passed over her chin.
Gave herself into the water.
Cries no more, Autumn’s Daughter.
