Under Noon Sunlight

The sun may hide the truth.

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Quiet sewed in gold–faux stillness

The lake pauses with bated breath.

But hears.

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A golden gate opens—

No clang, no clink, just clouds–

in a question.

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A damselfly shields herself

With her wings,

A spring leaf forgets

Its drops.

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Below the noon light, all deceive.

My shadow, too still.

But reaching.

For the forgotten.

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I wait for ripples.

Or a voice.

To call.

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Original poem by Michelle Liew. AI tags are concidental.