the lake

I will swim in this lake again

- but not now –

and I will go in fast

not toe by toe

if you have to swim

in a very cold lake,

the horizon reassuring,

the green of woods

the sky a pale blue

of never to return,

no clouds,

but fear to overcome

plenty -

you should go in fast

and love the goose bumps,

every single one of them,

the shock,

the scream

and then the fierceness

of having dared to

go in without hesitation

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