Kylesku's Loch
Woke to the hush of morning’s breath,
soft water laps against the slippery stones.
Sunlight shimmers on the water's edge, like silver fish,
dancing and darting in the gentle waves.
Birdsong christening the quiet air,
A breeze whispers past my cheek.
Stillness hums, yet nothing's still
Even silence has things to speak,
on the loch of Kylesku's shores of
mystique
By A.E.Lee
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