The lake is irritable, it won’t be described,
the more one tries, the slipperier it gets,
and refusing to fly, the gulls are complicit,
or maybe they’re stuck, too, held static
by the wind.
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OPTIONAL POETRY 
I absolutely love this on a hundred levels I don’t have the words to explain. Perfect.
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Glad to hear you like it !
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