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Pond-Wide Eyes

 Sharing this as part of today's WordCrafter's prompt. The image below was one choice, the other was "Perception." I was distracted by the park itself...so the prompt it is. 


She sees where drowned the apple-land
When the swans pass on the water
I tell her real history and take her hand
When the swans pass on the water

Beneath the waves the apple trees
Call our necks below the water
She sees our crowns and our kings
Our necks bent under water

She sees where drowned the apple-land
I see the grass, the swans, and water.

 Being at the park is a little overwhelming right now and so that piece might appear tomorrow. 

-- Chrissa

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