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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 and stones, and
A book she had borrowed.
She whimsically wished
There were waterlillies.
Shook uncontrollably,
Sobbing within,
Icy water passed over her chin.
Gave herself into the water..
Cries no more, Autumn’s Daughter.
