Stone-cold

Clear lake

I fell on my knees,
not feeling pain.
I leaned over the edge,
to get water in my hand.
It was too far away,
my hand was too short.
I looked yerningly
at the bottom of the clear lake.
My heart stopped,
with chapped lips
with a frozen hand
stone-cold.

© W. Donovan

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