Rest on a place
that seems
like a holy
Indian one.
Round lake
like a dark eye
in the woods,
surrounded
by trees and rocks.
Hawks circling
above a waterfall
splashing down.
Sunlight sparkles
in thousand flashes
until a cloud’s
shadow arises,
shaped like an
Indian face.
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Inge Offermann.
Published on e-Stories.org on 16.05.2010.
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