Even the chill wind of late summer evening
turned warm
after seeing the image of the beauty
of his muse revealed,
and the waves on the lake
that had came cold
to meet him as he swam
were warm when they had passed
his feverish form, swimming
in the dying embers of the August light
but thinking little beyond
what his mind held before him of her.
15.08.2025
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