A Walk By The Lake

I feel as if I'm walking on air.
The wind is whistling very softly,
And singing a sad song.
As I walk on,
Gushes of wind hit me,
With a mild breeze.
I can hear the sign of the wind,
As it blows across the lake,
And the water ripples into the shore.
All is finally still and quiet,
As the darkness of the night,
Falls across the lake.

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